My brother wants a pimpmobile...

My brother, who after years of college now earns a decent pay check, has amassed a small fortune. As a man in harmony with evolution, he seeks a way to utilize his newfound wealth to attract the gold-digging sex.

Having been deprived of hot toy cars in his childhood (solely on behalf of the toy-stealing, younger sister) he is on the lookout for a pimpmobile that would induce many a woman to go au naturale.

In dire need of advice, he turns to the little sis to deduce what type of vehicles the ladies find panty dropping. Among his choices is the BMW Z4 convertible.

I almost vomited.

There is a certain stereotype that goes along with men in flashy cars that I find repelling. Perhaps my train of thought is an anomaly to evolutionary history, but I can not stand the corporate-ladder climbing fuckers (or trust fund kids) that usually occupy such vehicles.

In the end, we came to an agreement:

Me: “There is no backseat. No groceries. No threesomes!!!”
Bro: “You’re right. The downside of a small car is if you want to get it on, you gotta do it on the hood”

...AND WHAT ABOUT THE GROCERIES?!!