I don’t care that your car is “bad ass” bright yellow. I don’t care that you have 22″ rims. I don’t care that your spoiler is almost as high up as your roof. I don’t care that you have a custom paint job (flames, no less). I don’t care that you have a stupid bumper sticker that says, “I don’t discriminate – I hate everyone!” or something just as obnoxious. I don’t care that you have a decal of Calvin peeing on something (what a political statement). ESPECIALLY when said items are on a Chevy Cavalier! *ROFL* Come on! That’s the equivalent of taking a pair of Payless shoes, covering them in glitter, and acting like you’re wearing Manolo Blahniks. Resourceful? Sure. Cool? Never.

Why put such effort and money into a cheap car? I don’t understand it. Like somehow adding these features magically changes the molecules of the car. No, this isn’t a suped up Cavalier… it’s really a Formula One race car… is this what I’m supposed to think? And I’m sure they’ve spent AS MUCH money into the detailing as they did on the actual car. Why not get a cool car to begin with for that amount of money?

Seeing a suped up Cavalier reminds me of when Elizabeth Berkeley’s character in the movie Showgirls dressed herself up in Versace (pronounced VerSASE) after her first big paycheck. She was still a two-bit whore even in an expensive dress.