Come on, Vladmir! That was a load-bearing bumper!
This is almost as bad as the time he peeled the "My Child Is An Honor Student" bumper sticker and the transmission dropped.
Rain water is just not good enough to drench this station wagon that he affectionately refers to as "The Red Rocket Of Death."
So, on days like this, he'll just stand out there with the hose, rinsing off that unworthy water from the sky.
As far as intoxicated a cappella patrol car solo performances that manage to cover both harmonies and instrumentals go, this was at least in the top 5.
It's a good thing he decided to go through with this impromptu recital so he could have an airtight alibi for his dispute of the charges.
We've heard of Google developing a self-driving car but now you check it out in action! And by action, I mean covering your eyes and cringing in fear that the car is going to hit the curb, another vehicle or--god forbid--another person because oh my god NO ONE IS DRIVING THE CAR SOMEONE HURRY UP AND TAKE THE WHEEL.
But it's Google. You know that's not going to happen.
Warning: Obscene Lyrics
All it takes is one abandoned car to give a child the experience of riding down the hood, drinking your juice, being a straight up gangsta (and various other hip-hop clichés I'm not qualified to say out loud.)
For him, the middle finger isn't just an obnoxious gesture, it's a state of mind.
He's so badass, he keeps his car-seat loose enough to get to his switchblade, washes down his minced carrots with whiskey, and still breastfeeds...off random women.