headbang8
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Car marketing is part of my job, and when I first joined the LPSG several years ago, I wrote a scientific opinion on this subject. If memory serves, it went something like this...
ED x V x K = P
ID x O
Where:
P = Penis size (or for a woman, ovarian intensity)
ED = Engine displacement
V = Top speed
K = Stylishness (constant)
ID = Immediate depreciation of car when you drive it off the lot (generally an inverse relationship with value for money)
O = Obviousness
Now class, let's fit Luke's 1985 Monte Carlo into the equation. Beefy engine, fast off the mark, groovier than the equivalent Bel Air, holds its value well in the used car market, and not obvious at all. Hey presto, Roy is revealed to be hung like a donkey. Or at the very least, an Impala.
ON the other hand, if we put a Porsche into the model, we find that though it has a decent engine displacement and a huge top speed, it's so look-at-me obvious, and such dismal value for money, that we cannot measure the Porsche owner's penis with even the most advanced scientific instruments.
For those of you who don't own a car, that (obviously) reduces the obviousness to zero. Which means your dick stretches to infinity. Enjoy!
What do I own and drive? Well, I own a 1994 Land Rover Discovery, (Aegean Blue, 3990 cc V8i 4dr AT non smoker uncut) which I bought when less than a year old. That means some other idio....er, the previous owner copped the bulk of the depreciation. And since it's not as obvious as a Rangie or Escalade, the equation reveals me to be dashingly hung. No?
The previous owner was adoctor, and he said that though the car made his dick feel bigger, it was just a placebo.
(And before you scoff at an urban dweller needing a diff lock to get over the speed humps in the mall parking lot, I take it off-road extensively, and used it in some severe winter environments.)
But alas, the car is in Australia in my fag hag's garage. It would have been ridiculous to try to ship it when I moved to Tokyo, and owning a car in New York is expensive lunacy. Any Australians want to buy a Land Rover?
ED x V x K = P
ID x O
Where:
P = Penis size (or for a woman, ovarian intensity)
ED = Engine displacement
V = Top speed
K = Stylishness (constant)
ID = Immediate depreciation of car when you drive it off the lot (generally an inverse relationship with value for money)
O = Obviousness
Now class, let's fit Luke's 1985 Monte Carlo into the equation. Beefy engine, fast off the mark, groovier than the equivalent Bel Air, holds its value well in the used car market, and not obvious at all. Hey presto, Roy is revealed to be hung like a donkey. Or at the very least, an Impala.
ON the other hand, if we put a Porsche into the model, we find that though it has a decent engine displacement and a huge top speed, it's so look-at-me obvious, and such dismal value for money, that we cannot measure the Porsche owner's penis with even the most advanced scientific instruments.
For those of you who don't own a car, that (obviously) reduces the obviousness to zero. Which means your dick stretches to infinity. Enjoy!
What do I own and drive? Well, I own a 1994 Land Rover Discovery, (Aegean Blue, 3990 cc V8i 4dr AT non smoker uncut) which I bought when less than a year old. That means some other idio....er, the previous owner copped the bulk of the depreciation. And since it's not as obvious as a Rangie or Escalade, the equation reveals me to be dashingly hung. No?
The previous owner was adoctor, and he said that though the car made his dick feel bigger, it was just a placebo.
(And before you scoff at an urban dweller needing a diff lock to get over the speed humps in the mall parking lot, I take it off-road extensively, and used it in some severe winter environments.)
But alas, the car is in Australia in my fag hag's garage. It would have been ridiculous to try to ship it when I moved to Tokyo, and owning a car in New York is expensive lunacy. Any Australians want to buy a Land Rover?