I've been trying to get a shot of one of these for some time, but it seems like I only see them in traffic. So I'm just going to lift the image from here and hope no one minds
If Hitler had lived long enough to own an SUV, this would be it. The people at Mercedes have done a stupendous job distilling the banality and horror of evil into the shape of a car.
Not even the set designers and model-makers on the Indiana Jones movies could wring as much latent malevolance out of such an incredibly boring box. I mean, it looks like a paddy wagon for the SS.
Hey, maybe they offer a Super Sport package!
[Update] Alternate title! "Farvegnazi"
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oh dear Lordage!!
Now I am afraid to even ask what kind of upholstry it has in it....eeep
"The Bodies" exhibit at the Trop has on display the largest human organ...the skin.
My youngest daughter passed out after veiwing it. Fortunately it is at the very end of the exhibit.
You get a discount for showing your Clark County library card.
You get a discount for showing your Clark County library card.
What do you get when a member of your party becomes physically ill?
>What do you get when a member of your party becomes physically ill?
They become material for the next exhibit.
I was lucky to get her the fuck out of there without the Trop calling an ambulance and sticking me with the bill.
If necessary I would have unloaded my Bitch Mother on the Trop Powers That Be.
That would have shut down the whole fucking place.
Eh, all snark aside my kid was okay. She went down like a sack of wet concrete. Although it happened too fast for Dad the Hero Guy to hold her up I made sure she landed very softly.
A few minutes sitting, a cup of cold water and she was good to go.
A few minutes sitting, a cup of cold water and she was good to go.
Glad the kid's okay. I'll bet it was heart-attack time for dad.
Nah, shit like that is part of being Super Hero Dad Guy.
I try to take it minute by minute into day by day.
No harm no foul.
It was much worse the time she passed out on her bike slammed her head into the concrete driveway.
It was the classic deal....grab the kid, carry her inside, as soon as she comes to start shining a light in her eyes to check for concussion.
Superhero Dad poured a giant glass of Gatorade after she came to and made her drink it...which she immediately vomited back up. Then she was okay.
I will always remember the day she got run over by a horse with her mother and I watching. Mother scooped the broken body up and we both ran for the house. I opened the door and Mother deposited broken spawn on the floor. Mother was physically checking each limb and her rib cage to assess the damage.
Spawn came out of shock enough to slowly sit up and ask "Am I dead?".
There's a reason I don't have kids.
Eh, my spawn are the shining stars of my life.
The reason I don't have kids is that I don't like/want/need them.
That and I'm sterile.
I have three of the darlings, 22,17and 11.
The oldest boy is pickling his liver and chasing women down in Florida. No injuries, no fainting but a lot of pain inflicted on his mom and his self.
The middle one I have had to have sewn back together a few times. He is my boo boo child. Every injury has been something MOM warned him not to do because of the dangers/stupid factor.
The youngest is the girl and the fainting spells are ugly to watch.
Mercedes? Might you mean Daimler-Chrysler?
Even so, it seems the Germans of this century have invaded England, captured the Land Rover, And successfuly bred it with the Box Ugly Sion,...shipped to them via submarine from The Empire of Nippon.
...shipped to them via submarine from The Empire of Nippon.
The Atlas of Crappy Car Design?
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