Mgr 1: Think people, how can we make more people buy our cars:
Jr Mgr 2: I know, I know! Give them a massage that will release endorphines that will block all logic and reason and make them purchase without resistance.
The Scout troop I belonged to in the late 1970s was all about the Country Squire wagon piloted by the scoutmaster drunk on "Old Prospectors," a round-the-campfire drink that I believe was equal parts rye whiskey, Gatorade, and swamp water. No seat belts needed!
@Murilee Martin: That sounds like a drink that will put hair on the back of your ears. I never knew of any booze around out trips. Another scout leader once took the liberty of showing us the morphine tabs he kept in his first aid kit, and the cast iron frying pan he used to hit the last kid who tried to touch them. Good times. My Dad had the Country Squire with the 428.
@usa1: When I was in the Boy Scouts, Boy's Life reprinted a critiques of the Scouts by a Soviet news organ. On reflection, I found it reasonably accurate. And I'm still pissed that my Scout leader never came through on his promise to take us down to Fort Benning to learn to jump out of airplanes, do some live fire on the machine gun range, and cook dinner over C-4. The stories that guy would tell....
Bah. When I was in Scouting (Eagle Scout, and damn proud of it) we would haul our asses in my friend's two-tone dark green 1998 Chevy Astro. A real man's van right there. We would attach a mile-long flatbed trailer to that back that let us carry 22 bicycles, then put it in 4WD the next month and haul ass up Mt. Snow with 7 brats jamming out to Rammstein (yeah, we were a weird Scout troop). It was completely unstoppable and made the CRVs and RAV4s that the other Scout leaders drove seem like the wuss wagons they were.
My friend still drives the thing around, mostly for purposes of stealing road signs.
@maximum-sienna haz a NA V-6: Actually when I was a Scout, three of the guy's moms had all wheel drive Caravans. If I remember right there was even one all wheel drive Chevy Venture.
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Anything.
Anything?
Anything you want.
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Your mom only gave you $5.
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Mgr 1: Think people, how can we make more people buy our cars:
Jr Mgr 2: I know, I know! Give them a massage that will release endorphines that will block all logic and reason and make them purchase without resistance.
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/VW keeps turning me down for job of "Jetta seat"
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God this is a great time to be alive watching the American car shills make fools of themselves.
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And can someone please call the cops for the poor girl who's getting her head crushed? I'm too busy commenting on Jalopnik to make the call myself.
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What a nice over-the-top asshole comment Jalopnik.
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My friend still drives the thing around, mostly for purposes of stealing road signs.
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