![]() 09/04/2014 at 14:38 • Filed to: None | ![]() | ![]() |
so...here I am in thunder bay. middle fo now where. there are a total of 5 car dealers in town, 2 of which are used. one of the new cars dealers is VW.
AND THEY HAD A PHEATON IN FOR A SERVICE
A FRIGGEN PHEATON./ IN THUNDER BAY. WTF
no SR20, barely caught a glimpse from my dads car as we drove by, but that is DEFIANTLY a pheaton there
![]() 09/04/2014 at 14:40 |
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Defiantly a phaeton? Was it like, rebellious and shit? With like ripped jeans and a leather jacket?
![]() 09/04/2014 at 14:43 |
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Damn it, beat me to it.
"I'm a Phaeton and there's nothing you can do about it!"
![]() 09/04/2014 at 14:43 |
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Nah, if it was a defiant Phaeton then it wouldn't be in for service.
![]() 09/04/2014 at 14:44 |
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"Ugh, VW just doesn't understand me!"
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An excellent point, my good sir.
![]() 09/04/2014 at 15:20 |
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I have a Phaeton in the shop for work now, and I want it to go away.
![]() 09/04/2014 at 15:52 |
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Drug dealers are everywhere.
![]() 09/04/2014 at 17:18 |
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Every Phaeton: defiant. Running through a Phaeton's head: Bitches think I'm a Passat; that Pavement writes songs about me; that I'm an oddball because I cost more than my Audi brethren; that we're all like Cristal, Maybach, tigers on gold leashes but we ain't about that. We're for the discriminating tastes of backwater Ontario—AMONG OTHER PLACES, BRO—so why you eyeballin' me?
I feel their pain.