A new mini cooper is driven off the assembly line at Santa's workshop.
That's right, my mother-in-law drives a British phone booth, tipped over, with go-cart wheels and a lawn mower engine. If you hit something, or another vehicle doesn't see and just runs you over, you'll find your coffin to be more spacious.
I won't even ride in the thing for the following reasons:
- I won't fit.
- I still have an ounce of self-respect and refuse to recreate the "clowns piling out of a tiny car" scene.
- I'm unnerved to be outsized by Geo Metros and Ford Escorts.
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