you can put perfume on a turd.......and its still a turd;

I am waiting to have lunch with a good friend at pizza hut today, and a late 70's to early 80's model Crown Vic with rusted out quarter panels, a bandana covering the gas spout, and a paint job that looked like it was done by a can of Krylon rolls in with something coming out of the speakers that sounded like Nemisis.
So.....I start giggling....not only at the chrome bolt on wheel covers.....but at the fact that (for this story....we will call him Jerome) Jerome forgot that his windows were left down; and that his car had some sort of alarm system with the classic "beepbeep" when he locked the doors.
I started laughing more at this but my laughter turned to horror when I discovered that Jerome was about 6'4 and 3 bills and didn't appreciate the same humor I did.
Thank the Good Lord his girlfriend came rolling out of the restaurant.....apparently either turning tricks in the bathroom or something.

 

I was assuming by the thread title this was about Sex Panther. As someone who lives in a neighborhood full of souped up micro machines I can appreciate the tale of someone investing more in their car than the car is worth.

 

Seriously, did you think a skinny guy was gonna turn out of that heap?