Hey Babe Jump In My Car
Do beautiful women still get all googly-eyed over a four on the floor hemi V8 with a fuel-injected supercharged 450 horsepower engine? Or does a Porsche 911 Turbo with a 6 cylinder 480 horsepower engine and a top speed of 192 mph make a woman purr like the same?Does the new Corvette with it's measly 400 horsepower hamster cage still turn the sexy siren's head? Or on the other hand, does the females-sexyalis turn their head in disgust and grumble, "Well, he must have a small penis?"
THE ANSWER IS: YES!
To both. Women may make the derogatory comments, but the power of the penis on wheels still draws them into the street like flies to a dead skunk. The automobile as aphrodisiac has lost no power since it first became the weapon of choice among the malestetostoniswithhardonis with the roll out of the Model T.
Throughout the history of mankind, the automobile has held a strange but honest almost symbiotic relationship with propagation of the species. Men buy cars like fishing lures. They've made them bright shiny and whipped them up and down the streets of the city as if fly-fishing in the Colorado River ever since the fifties.
The movie American Graffiti gave us a great depiction of the 50's when traveling back and forth Main Street to hook an attractive girl. The sixties were no different only for a while it was actually cool to have a van. Ah yes the Van. Where one could actually carry his own water-bed in the back and paint flames of hot passion on the side.
But throughout the years, only the coolest of the cool had the coolest cars. There was the Gumball Rally in the 70's and of course Burt Reynolds will never be forgotten with his smokin' hot car in Smokey and the Bandit. Into the 80's and even 90's James Bond 007 always had a huge penis on wheels with more bells and whistles than Santa's Reindeer in a dog show.
And it was a distrought Tom Cruise in the nineties who told us there was no substitute when his Porsche ended up doing it's real fishing off the end of a dock in Risky Business. (But he later dined on fine tuna for having a Porsche dipped in the water.)
It's no different today. Men are still Fast and Furious to get a woman into the backseat. "Let's jump in the back seat and watch a movie" is the new answer to "wanna go to the drive-in tonight?"
The proof of the pudding is this video by perhaps the coolest of the cool drivers himself. ENJOY!
THE ANSWER IS: YES!
To both. Women may make the derogatory comments, but the power of the penis on wheels still draws them into the street like flies to a dead skunk. The automobile as aphrodisiac has lost no power since it first became the weapon of choice among the malestetostoniswithhardonis with the roll out of the Model T.
Throughout the history of mankind, the automobile has held a strange but honest almost symbiotic relationship with propagation of the species. Men buy cars like fishing lures. They've made them bright shiny and whipped them up and down the streets of the city as if fly-fishing in the Colorado River ever since the fifties.
The movie American Graffiti gave us a great depiction of the 50's when traveling back and forth Main Street to hook an attractive girl. The sixties were no different only for a while it was actually cool to have a van. Ah yes the Van. Where one could actually carry his own water-bed in the back and paint flames of hot passion on the side.
But throughout the years, only the coolest of the cool had the coolest cars. There was the Gumball Rally in the 70's and of course Burt Reynolds will never be forgotten with his smokin' hot car in Smokey and the Bandit. Into the 80's and even 90's James Bond 007 always had a huge penis on wheels with more bells and whistles than Santa's Reindeer in a dog show.
And it was a distrought Tom Cruise in the nineties who told us there was no substitute when his Porsche ended up doing it's real fishing off the end of a dock in Risky Business. (But he later dined on fine tuna for having a Porsche dipped in the water.)
It's no different today. Men are still Fast and Furious to get a woman into the backseat. "Let's jump in the back seat and watch a movie" is the new answer to "wanna go to the drive-in tonight?"
The proof of the pudding is this video by perhaps the coolest of the cool drivers himself. ENJOY!
6 Comments:
Just got around to watching the Hasselhoff video. Does the man have no sense of shame? Does he understand he's a cartoon? I really don't think he does. It's the scariest video I have ever sat through. Why do we, as a society, allow such vacuous non-entities to have long-tailed careers in so-called show business? This video is one of the saddest commentaries I have witnessed on the decline of our overall society, a decline I truly hope is reversible. If this video sells, then the terrorists truly have won.
That video was the longest 3 mintues of my life, still, I find myself drawn to it, again and again.
I find myself wondering, "who am I to deny the undeniable, must we not admit the musky, macho, magnetism that is Hasselhoff." After all, the Germans worship him, and when have they ever been wrong about who to idolize?
Damn you and your irresistible, C-list celebrity charms, Hasselhoff! Get of out my dreams!
Wait a minute, I don't get it. At the end of the video Hasselhoff kicks the girl out of the car because she lived too far away? I thought he was taking her to his place...and I thought Kit (is that the car's name?) didn't run on expensive fossil fuels (which would maybe explain his stinginess to her) but on atomic energy or at least the mojo vapors from Hasselhoff. Can someone clear this up for me?
sorry, I honestly could not make it to the end of the video, my ADD or ADHD or whatever my problem is kicked in real hard half way thru...
The important thing to understand here is not the message of the video. The important thing is to understand that this video really, really sucks. A thought: I'm sure there's some really hip team of bloggers out there somewhere who've already written a similarly damning post about The Hubbub, underscoring its amateur quality and lambasting its juvenile vapidity. While we're all so smug about what a loser David Hasselhoff is here, some other group of smug bloggers is lampooning us! Good God! The Hubbub is quite possibly the David Hasselhoff of blogs!!!
If that's true,how come my car doesn't talk?
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