I was in my car on Chippewa picking up my woman a couple saturday nights ago, when a stereotypical drunk broad came running to me from the sidewalk because a red Jetta is her dream car.
Lots of other girls like my car. (They say my car is cute.)
Real cars attract sausage. MKIV Jettas attract girls. Of course, not in the “you’ve got a nice car I want to bone you” sort of way. More of a “I love your Jetta we should go shopping for purses together” sort of way.
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