How sweet it is...

Does it get any better? An El Ca-fucking-mino with a couch in back.

If I had a moustache, dirty sideburns, porn star shades and a pack of cigarettes rolled up in the sleeve of my tight, white t-shirt, that car would be mine. However, if I ever did wake up to find myself thus transformed I would actually be rocking back and forth in the corner shrieking, while Daniel vomited all over our house.

Ew, anyway. The car is pretty amazing, but that whole scenario I just described makes me throw up in my mouth.