The weird blue car stalked the beach for days, before the police came around to arrest him.
– No, I say we’re lost. Could you please just stop and ask somebody for directions? This is decidedly NOT Madison Avenue.
The old, conservative roadster soon imploded from all the gayness.
Little did they know, that they’d soon be part of the picnic themselves. Inviting the superficially nice but slightly odd looking italian guy would turn out to be a fatal mistake.
The little Fiat was shaking as the gallows were prepared. Still it wasn’t sure what it was accused of, but tried to keep a dignified apperance in the face of the Manufacturer.
That night, the Opel couldn’t sleep. Panties fluttered by when he closed his eyelids.
– No, I’m sure it will float.
The woman was at least twelve foot tall and shot shuttlecocks all over the place. There were no survivors.
Helmut was devastated. The car was hopelessly stuck in the sand and Helga wouldn’t speak to him. And I think the dog just went … Verdammt!