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Heaven is in the back seat of my Datsun 180Y
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Heaven may or may not be in the back seat of my Cadillac, but is it because I have a Cadillac, that you want me to take you there?
Vroom, Vroom, Vroom… you will hear a lot of that on Sunday television in Australia, and I am sure the same is true in North America as well… males have a peculiar fascination with things that go vroom, vroom, and I would argue, the bigger the fascination, the higher need for compensation.
This isn’t the first time anyone has suggested that males with an inclination for powerful machines are merely compensating for a lack of horse power in the bedroom – Vehicular sociologists everywhere have been trying to establish the link with high performance machines, and low performance men for quite some time.
I witness over exuberant males cruising around the streets of Melbourne in their done up cars, body kits, modifications, fuzzy dice, and a short skirt in the passenger seat, I don’t know what it was in society that conditioned me to think this way, but I automatically assume the driver of said vehicle suffers from some sort of vertical deficiency.
These machines are nothing more than glorified lawn mowers with a shiny coat and a capacity for transportation. How many F-100 drivers do you come across and you instantly think they are in touch with their sexuality and are comfortable with what they represent – sure, they drive a big truck, so they must have a big dick… right? That may or may not be the case; I bet they don’t know how to use it though.
What type of self respecting female thinks more of a guy because of the car he drives anyway? If you want to join me in the back seat of my Cadillac, just because I have a Cadillac, you are probably as shallow as bucket seats, and sexual excitement is probably the limit of your female powers – don’t get me wrong, cars are great for many activities other than driving, but what happens when the next guy with a better car comes along, how will I compensate for my deficiencies? Providing I had any that is
I have a 15 year old automobile, but it certainly gets me from A to B, and any seasoned ‘driver’ will tell you, It’s not the car you drive, but how you drive it. No amount of metallic paint or body work will change your back seat performance… You meet more chicks on the train anyway… I won’t get started on Train drivers and their insecurities though!
BAM!!!
Vroom, Vroom, Vroom… you will hear a lot of that on Sunday television in Australia, and I am sure the same is true in North America as well… males have a peculiar fascination with things that go vroom, vroom, and I would argue, the bigger the fascination, the higher need for compensation.
This isn’t the first time anyone has suggested that males with an inclination for powerful machines are merely compensating for a lack of horse power in the bedroom – Vehicular sociologists everywhere have been trying to establish the link with high performance machines, and low performance men for quite some time.
I witness over exuberant males cruising around the streets of Melbourne in their done up cars, body kits, modifications, fuzzy dice, and a short skirt in the passenger seat, I don’t know what it was in society that conditioned me to think this way, but I automatically assume the driver of said vehicle suffers from some sort of vertical deficiency.
These machines are nothing more than glorified lawn mowers with a shiny coat and a capacity for transportation. How many F-100 drivers do you come across and you instantly think they are in touch with their sexuality and are comfortable with what they represent – sure, they drive a big truck, so they must have a big dick… right? That may or may not be the case; I bet they don’t know how to use it though.
What type of self respecting female thinks more of a guy because of the car he drives anyway? If you want to join me in the back seat of my Cadillac, just because I have a Cadillac, you are probably as shallow as bucket seats, and sexual excitement is probably the limit of your female powers – don’t get me wrong, cars are great for many activities other than driving, but what happens when the next guy with a better car comes along, how will I compensate for my deficiencies? Providing I had any that is
I have a 15 year old automobile, but it certainly gets me from A to B, and any seasoned ‘driver’ will tell you, It’s not the car you drive, but how you drive it. No amount of metallic paint or body work will change your back seat performance… You meet more chicks on the train anyway… I won’t get started on Train drivers and their insecurities though!
BAM!!!
- okay you know how I told you all the good stuff about people are stupid for saying "That was a great article" or "how awesome." Well I lied. Shocked eh? I do lie
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