I can't believe it's this time of year again already. Yes, it's almost time for the Freehold Truth and Light's annual car issue. Submit your articles here!
I love cars.
Cars, how many ways do I love thee! Let me count the ways...One twothreefour ALLOF'EM!
Did you ever want to live in your own steel cocoon? You can! It's called a car! Just get in and drive somewhere, anywhere. Buy a car and your life looks like an MTV video, become a driver and you will look like a fashion model, you'll be staring at yourself in the rear-view mirrors while driving flat-out on a totally deserted highway your car so brilliantly clean and shiny, the road wet with rain (so sexy!), going 80mph or so around curves, doing jackrabbit starts at a light and of course there will always be a classic rock song in the background. Remember T. Rex? Golden Earring? Doesn't it make you feel young again? You'll be that young again, when you drive a car!
I love sports cars, I love how they make the old become young again. Most of all, I love the name. Sports cars. Ever wanted to be an athelete? Ever wanted to be a fit, muscular negro who gets paid millions of dollars to play games? Well, you'll be one, when you drive a sports car.
I love luxury cars, I love how all your fears and anxieties about status and class and approval from other people will vanish with one swipe of the credit card. Buy a luxury car and you will become a Very Successful Person in a business suit driving to your American Dream. You will drive past a young Greek or Italian boy, and he will say "They say this car has powers magical. They say in this car you become a new person. In this car I wish to ride." Yes, America, if you're not happy with your life, just buy a new car and become a new person.

I love trucks. Be a real man and buy a big truck. Be a real American and buy a big American truck. Buy a truck and you will become a cowboy. You will become a cowboy wearing a cowboy hat and boots and you will haul something that looks like an ocean liner behind you. You will be STRONG, you will be TOUGH, and all you need to do is turn a key and step on a pedal. You will become one of the rugged individuals who Won The West, who made this country what it is today. You can be one of them if you buy a truck.
I love cars that carry cars.

I love seeing Americans drive a car to Wal-Mart, get out of their car, and then use a smaller car to do the shopping.

I love cars that mow our lawns. Oh, I also love lawns, but that's a subject for another special issue.

I love how cars can be used for anything. Use them to walk the dog, use them to drive to the mailbox, or drive them to the beach to use as portable air conditioners.

I love drive-in everything.
I can't wait until we have cars for our dogs. Proto-dog-cars are already on the market:

(Carnes, who paid $200 for the stroller...“It was worth every penny,”...Deprado’s store sells six different models ranging in prices from the Happy Trails model at $65, to the $200 luxury Jeep model...)
I love cars that look angry. Cars that look like Hannibal-Lector style psycho killers all chained up and masked. Cars that say "I'm ready to rub a rusty cheesegrater across a newborn's face while crushing a kitten's skull with my teeth".

IN CONCLUSION:
CARS ARE GODLY!

CARS ARE SEXY!


CARS ARE SO GREAT WE CAN'T EVEN PUT IT INTO WORDS!




I love cars.
Cars, how many ways do I love thee! Let me count the ways...One twothreefour ALLOF'EM!
Did you ever want to live in your own steel cocoon? You can! It's called a car! Just get in and drive somewhere, anywhere. Buy a car and your life looks like an MTV video, become a driver and you will look like a fashion model, you'll be staring at yourself in the rear-view mirrors while driving flat-out on a totally deserted highway your car so brilliantly clean and shiny, the road wet with rain (so sexy!), going 80mph or so around curves, doing jackrabbit starts at a light and of course there will always be a classic rock song in the background. Remember T. Rex? Golden Earring? Doesn't it make you feel young again? You'll be that young again, when you drive a car!
I love sports cars, I love how they make the old become young again. Most of all, I love the name. Sports cars. Ever wanted to be an athelete? Ever wanted to be a fit, muscular negro who gets paid millions of dollars to play games? Well, you'll be one, when you drive a sports car.
I love luxury cars, I love how all your fears and anxieties about status and class and approval from other people will vanish with one swipe of the credit card. Buy a luxury car and you will become a Very Successful Person in a business suit driving to your American Dream. You will drive past a young Greek or Italian boy, and he will say "They say this car has powers magical. They say in this car you become a new person. In this car I wish to ride." Yes, America, if you're not happy with your life, just buy a new car and become a new person.

I love trucks. Be a real man and buy a big truck. Be a real American and buy a big American truck. Buy a truck and you will become a cowboy. You will become a cowboy wearing a cowboy hat and boots and you will haul something that looks like an ocean liner behind you. You will be STRONG, you will be TOUGH, and all you need to do is turn a key and step on a pedal. You will become one of the rugged individuals who Won The West, who made this country what it is today. You can be one of them if you buy a truck.
I love cars that carry cars.

I love seeing Americans drive a car to Wal-Mart, get out of their car, and then use a smaller car to do the shopping.
I love cars that mow our lawns. Oh, I also love lawns, but that's a subject for another special issue.

I love how cars can be used for anything. Use them to walk the dog, use them to drive to the mailbox, or drive them to the beach to use as portable air conditioners.

I love drive-in everything.

I can't wait until we have cars for our dogs. Proto-dog-cars are already on the market:

(Carnes, who paid $200 for the stroller...“It was worth every penny,”...Deprado’s store sells six different models ranging in prices from the Happy Trails model at $65, to the $200 luxury Jeep model...)
I love cars that look angry. Cars that look like Hannibal-Lector style psycho killers all chained up and masked. Cars that say "I'm ready to rub a rusty cheesegrater across a newborn's face while crushing a kitten's skull with my teeth".

IN CONCLUSION:
CARS ARE GODLY!

CARS ARE SEXY!


CARS ARE SO GREAT WE CAN'T EVEN PUT IT INTO WORDS!





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