A lot of guys thought that it was funny seeing Vincent try to pick up women.
In his rusty old Ford lemon.
It had a loud muffler noise and weekly breakdowns.
It was the slowest and crappiest car in town.
When Vincent honked his horn at the ladies, they gave him frowns.
That car made him look like a broke clown.

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