There was a ton of these for a quarter apiece at a Goodwill store in South Boston, Virginia, on our ride back from North Cackylacky a month or so back, so I got a stack of eight. Somewhere, my 9-year-old picked up a game with her friends where when you see a VW bug, she yells, “PUNCH BUGGY BLACK, NO PUNCH BACK!” or whatever color it is. It caught on to where all of us think it and do it now, and we have to leave ones for the 4-year-old to get so she’s not all pissed about being four, and there’s spots in our life routines where the kids and everybody knows there’s gonna be a VW Beetle sitting there. It sucks. We made teams of adults vs. kids to try and stifle the 4-year-old’s anger, but shit, even that was stressful and made driving a pain in the ass if I had to drive past a spot where there was gonna be a VW. So we made us all one team, which went over well since they are still kids and haven’t been over-competitivized yet. And from my studies during these games, it is obvious than only women drive VW Beetles, and VWs in general because of the VW’s popularity tingeing any other model they might make.
This magazine was weird to me, because there were no half-naked women to be found anywhere, which is a pre-requisite for a car magazine, and further reinforced my feministical opinions of the VW brand. And there were some cool VWs, I guess, by default, but mostly the only thing worth a shit in any of these magazines were the Karmann Ghia’s, especially when driven by Hawaiian pimps.
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