Wednesday, February 18, 2009
FINE. DON'T JOIN MY CUSTOM VAN ARMY. LOSERS.
So no one thinks a custom van company would be totally rad, like the ad clearly said it would be? Fine. But check this fine piece of art I stumbled upon with The Devil while on a NYC Ultraman toy run. Should change your mind. It has it all. Sparkle paint, color fades, a troll, custom heart shaped window, hearts exploding, playing cards, shiny eyes, extennnnnnnded exhaust, and true love. The Devil sez it's some sort of "rock and roll" song in van form. I dunno what he's talking about.
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Custom Vans,
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Whew. It's a good thing that hand busting out of the true love hearts didn't steal your hat.
Clearly..."Thar be Trolls"
All we need is an airbrush, an air compressor and a dream. I'll go to ITT Tech so's I can specialize in lighting & electrics, that way when we have a request for a gal with big boobs with bright red nipples, or a wizard with glowing eyes casting a spell, I can make that shit happen. Not just with paint, but with small lightbulbs that can be turned on or off inside the van by a switch. "You think this rocks as is, all not lit up and shit? Well check this out my friends...ka-blamo!"
That ain't a van. That there is a fuck truck. (I have to attribute this quote to jerm.)
Did it have shag carpet on the ceiling?
Bulbs? Stop thinking 1970's.
It's all LEDs now.
Lose the airbrush.
We shall apply the new roll-up display technology combined with e-ink to create a frickin' slideshow van in hi-def.
It'll be so tech it can't help but get all the vag in a 30 mile radius.
I want a shitter and refrigerator in mine.
And a crib.
Dooooooooooooooopppppppppe. That is all.
I think many of the awesome people wanting lights for their vans will dig old school lightbulbs, but I'm willing to take the additional course on LEDs at ITT Tech. And the one that teaches you how to make the van appear to be glowing from underneath. All that awesome shiz.
I'm changing the name of the biz to TITTY WAGUNZ.
Can't a fridge be a crib?
Only if you want frozen babies...
That's no troll my friend. The monster is clearly a wolf-man pining at the moon with a broken heart! Wait...I think I threw up a little.
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