Recently, I was in
da club (or rather
out da club, waiting to gain
entrance da club). As I shivered (
those jeans may be expensive, but that doesn't mean they're warm!) and tried to look cool, I saw this dude roll up in an H2. He
parked it in the middle of the street, got out, and start walking towards
da club. He was about to bypass me (clearly he was headed for the VIP), but I stopped him and asked: "Hey man - how come you didn't get the H1?" He shrugged and moved along, feigning aristocratic indifference, but I knew that my comment must have ruined his evening. After all, what kind of pussy buys an H2? Is he not wealthy enough - was his line of credit not generous enough - for him to have afforded the H1? Surely he wasn't concerned about gas mileage,
ostentatiousness, convenience, or the welfare of other drivers, so what prevented him from going all the way?
The same thing applies to Porsche Cayenne S drivers. These pathetic, blue-collar individuals could not afford the quad-exhaust, 520hp, contrast leather interior, and overall classiness of the Cayenne Turbo, let alone the Cayenne Turbo S. They are effectively unable to actualize on their own dreams; they are like those would-be Olympic athletes who, having trained their whole lives, make it to the tryouts but simply fail to man up and make the team.
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