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Custom Woody S-10 Convertible: Buy It Now For $4,500
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It is a bolt out of the blue. It is different, and it is damn proud of it. It is an honest-to-God way of separating the men from the boys; most guys create their cars so that other people will like them and compliment them. Most guys are also pussies. A real man doesn't give a flying f*ck what other people think of him. He is who he is, and if the world doesn't like it, the world can go get stuffed.
So you know what? Screw the grain. I like this thing. It's bold, it's brash, and it's an utter affront to society.
I raise my beer to you, Mr. Custom Wood S-10 Convertible Guy. This one's for you.
Bud Light Presents: Real Men of Genius
(Real men of Genius)
Today we salute you. Mr. Custom Woody S-10 Convertible Guy
(Mr. Custom Woody S-10 Convertible Guy!)
Wearing nothing but a wife beater, jeans, and flip-flops, the automobiles of the world are your canvas for coming up with custom automotive creations to piss off society and The Man.
(Smoke that medical marijuana!)
Sure there's downsides, vehicle customization laws, social stigmas, foul weather, and taste, completely out of the question.
(GAHH!!!MY EYES!!!)
Your keen instincts tells you to stick to modifications that involve wood, open air, and whole lot of grooviness.
And if that doesn't work, who cares? You're all naked.
(Wait, what!?)
So crack open an ice cold Bud Light, California Beach Boy. 'Cause we all know, when the going gets tough, the tough get custom convertible woodies.
(Mr. Custom Woody S-10 Convertible Guy!)
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Cow print floor mats? Pfft. That's nothing. I drive a Saturn. How's that for tasteless?
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I wish I could still say that I hadn't.
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However, in many places, you can drive on the beach in Florida. So, if you could start a bon fire on the beach (like in California) and drive on the beach (like in Florida), you could drive this thing into the fire pit and set it on fire.
Then, only then, would there be a use for this thing.
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I never quite got the appeal of driving on the beach, though. I remember once in Redondo three wannabe gangster guys in wife-beaters thought that they would be the shit driving along the beach in their low-rider Impala, so they picked the locks of the gates, drove it down a fairly steep access ramp to get to the sand, and promptly got stuck. The momentum of the car carried them all of 15 feet from the concrete before the car settled into the sand.
Of course, the life guards called the cops, and when the cops showed up, they just looked at the car, laughed, and ate lunch while watching the idiots try and get their car out of the sand. After about an hour so, the cops finally couldn't justify sitting around any more, and called in a tow truck.
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As it sits, it looks like four different design ideas all put together into one completely repulsive package of awfulness.
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-1 for recycling ugly.
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