VADriven.com Forums - 1993 Saturn SW2

Yeah, #getpussyjuice

You need something better than your own two feet to get around? Say no more- I have for you a 1993 SW2! What's that mean? This car is a Saturn (Shaturn, as I call it) fucking wagon. It's also the second one, and guess what? It's of legal drinking age. The color is racecar maroon-ish. Hold the fuck up- you DID read that it's a Saturn right? Like out of this fucking world! The seatbelts even put themselves on for you. MAGIC!!! It's made up of mostly plastic, so you can't even dent it. Four un-matched tires are balding faster than your uncle- but no worries, the wheels are fucking aluminum- on some spaceship shit. The car doesn't show it's age- at all. Mostly because the odometer stopped working at a hundred fifteen thousand miles- must have happened on it's return from orbit. It's got four fire-breathing cylinders, and because it's a fucking race car- T W O pimp slapping cams on top. Still not convinced you're going to buy this race car? Okay, good one. The four speed AUTOMATIC transmission has two modes. Normal, and PERFORMANCE. Yeah, shit shifts hard yo. It's so easy to get pussy in this car, especially if you're a lesbian- because I mean, besides a Subaru outback, there is nothing more lesbiany. I'm sure you could fuck the princess of anywhere pulled up outside their castle, bumping tunes out of the tape player with an equalizer. It's grey inside, kinda like me- but shit man leave your handprints on the headliner, because that loose ass fabric had to GO! The Hulk used to own this car, so the inside drivers door handle is broke as dick. I didn't have time to wait for my windows to roll up, so I fucked it all up, and now with your hands you can set that shit anywhere you want. The back seats are mad nice at soaking up whatever spills on them. The last time a state inspector looked at it, it gave him such a bad indian rugburn for doubting it's perfection that he's now a PTSD patient. I've driven this shit to west fucking virginia like thrice, without a problem. No, I didn't fuck my cousin. Sometimes she dies when you come to a stop, I think it just wants to save gas- which reminds me, the gas gauge is dicky as fuck. Who doesn't like guessing games?

Summary:
The good:
Pussy magnet
It's faster than your feet
Racecar from outer fucking space
If you want to sell drugs, it's real inconspicuous

The Bad:
You're not driving it
It needs an inspecion to satisfy these VA cocksuckers
Randomly stalls
Could use a coolant temp sensor

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