No, I don't have a license. If I had a ride this fly, I'd go get one. Why waste my time taking tests and dealing with the RMV unless there's a pimp mobile at the end of the rainbow?
I can picture it now: I cruise into Davis Square, pop it into neutral, and crank the stereo to THUMPIN'. Hoochies come running from all corners of Somerville to dance around my vehicle. This whip was made for ghost ridin', ladies and gentlemen, and I'm just the man to fulfill its destiny.
What does your $3500 get you?
- Automatic shotgun privileges for life.
- First crack at the ghost ridin' hoochies.
- Free autographed 8 x 12 of me lying across the hood in a matching gold Speedo.
- Title of Associate Vice President of Pimpin'.
- Monthly ride to Target.
- Warm, fuzzy feeling you can only get from helping your fellow man achieve something historic.
Plus it's tax deductible. Probably.
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