My generation reveres the 1980s as a time of complete excess and fun, but after all the blow dried up in the mid 80s it would take 25 years for history to judge how stupid you all really were. I shall now demonstrate. This first picture would be the ultimate example as to why cocaine is a terrible thing. What color would you like your Lamborghini sir? As white as the purest Colombian snowcone, please. And what about the license plate? Let Loose? Fly High? Roll this 20 doller bill up and snort this colombian....ummmm no. Now for the second image. This was your reality. (O_o) Somewhere between the eight balls, you thought the swedes were just so clever, so you bought this tank. Yeah you did, and to make it worse you gave that beater to your child. You know you did. Your first car would no doubt be a classic if you hadn't wrapped it around a tree. That ugly POS was your child's first car, and it will never be a classic. There is nothing remotely epic about a 1987 volvo, aside from its ability to withstand a nuclear holocaust. Twinkies and Volvos, what a great future. But hey at least Carrie Fisher was hot when she was all coked out, right?
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