A car cannot be killed, Frylock. It was murdered.
Lil Dub
1998-2006
By now everyone has heard the story and seen the pictures, so let's not beat a dead VW. Let it be enough to say that Lil Dub's farewell was as dramatic as his entrance into my life had been. He had spunk. He had moxy. It seemed to me he lived his life like a candle in the wind. Or at least he died like a candle in the wind. A big, fat, flaming, all consuming candle.
RIP, little guy. *sniff* May we meet again someday on that great big freeway in the sky.
Ok, now Serena and I are off to toast your memory. Irish Car Bombs for everyone!
PS- Thanks to Stefbot for the title idea. And for everything else. You rock.
posted by Jess @ 3:34 PM
8 Comments:
Maybe he just couldn't live with the guilt?
http://www.germanculture.com.ua/library/weekly/aa060600a.htm
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/world/europe/279070.stm
http://mondediplo.com/1998/01/11volkswag
http://www.holocaust-history.org/questions/volkswagen.shtml
Don't worry Jeffro. I won't be buying another German car. Going strictly Japanese. Good thing the Japanese have never committed any war crimes or used forced labor.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Japanese_war_crimes
No man, go with a Mongolian car. The Mongolians never hurt anyone...important.
Yeah, who can you buy a car from these days? Henry Ford was a huge Hitler fan (Henry used to send Adolf birthday cards every year), Chrysler merged with Mercedes (the worst offender of all), Japanese and Italian manufacturers are suspect at best. Why doesn't Switzerland make cars?
We all ought to be riding Harley Davidsons.
Damn Mongorians, why you tear down my shitty wall?
doesn't even matter what car we're driving, we still gotta put gas in it. so technically we should all be riding bikes. bikes made by dogs.
Iditarod!
Ding Dong! Zack! Invent a trike pulled by sled dogs. Call it the Urban iSledderdawg -- Or something wittier. Damn it's late. I shouldn't be here right now.
Who wants to teach a video editing class in the morning? You got 3 hours to decide. I'll lend my notes.
PS I'll talk care of the dogs while you're sleeping off your hangovers. They love ice cream, don't they?
i love that jeffro checks in on the ghost at 6 in the morning.
the ghost, much like Jeffro, never sleeps.
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