The big ass car you got from your grandma, with the fuzzy dice and the old grease smell and maybe a jiggley hula dancer on the dashboard. Crammed full of your closest friends, your party barge floats around town with the dome light on, passengers scoffing at authority, puffing the joints you rolled in the car, screaming, "I got me a Chrysler, it's as big as a whale and it's about to set SAIL".

WARNING: If you pull up to one of these and make eye contact you are liable to get mooned.

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