This is one sweet ride, let me tell you. When I passed it on my way to the Kennedy Fried Chicken, I stopped and stared.
“Jump Off Groupie!!” caught my eye.
Then I saw the ticket on the windshield. Poor guy, probably spent so much on the decals (and matching Jump Off Groupie pajamas) that he won’t be able to afford the ticket. That 12 inch subwoofer in the back, won’t be rattling windows in the impound lot. And the hoochies certainly won’t swoon at the silent la cucaracha horn.
Why, oh why, did my hero park illegally?! I can’t stand that people’s eyes will be spared this garish banana visage. Groupies must be told to jump off! Otherwise, how will they know? Won’t someone think of the groupies?
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