Pedrocas
9gag reposting troll
And yeah, it's just a Kangoo with the Merc badge on it.
Dear Renault:
How's it going? So, I've heard you've hooked up with my ex. Look, I'm not trying to influence you about him or anything, it's just that...well, I didn't have the best time with him. Sure, it was great at first, and the tech transfers were, well, hot. But, after a bit, he got all creepy and stalkerish on me. Everything I did, I had to get his approval first. And when I mean everything, I mean everything. I couldn't even take a piss without calling Stuttgart first. You should have seen the long-distance bills.
And then came the weird stuff. He forced me to...well, he forced me to start making weird-looking cars that had zero performance. Have you seen the Dodge Caliber? After that one, I started taking showers, lots of hot, long showers, and I'd keep scrubbing and scrubbing and scrubbing and nothing would come off and...
...sorry about that. So where was I going with this?
Oh, yeah, I'm sure you're saying to yourself, "Hey, on my own, I make weird-looking cars that have less performance than they look like they have. I'm French. It's what we do." That's sort of true. But it's a phase. All of us at some time in our lives have to put out a Vel Satis. But your new boyfriend...he doesn't do it on his own. He makes other people do it. Then when it doesn't work, he puts the blame off on someone else. Ask him about his little daughter Smart. Bet he hasn't told you about her, huh?
Seriously, Renault, get out. Get out as fast as you can. This guy is nothing but trouble. You think you can handle it, just like you did with that Romanian guy who wore cheap clothes and wouldn't take a bath (and great news about the number you did on him!). And don't worry about leaving. There's life after him. Just look at me. Yeah, I was bummed for a few years, but then I met this great Italian guy and, honestly, I've never been happier. Owns a Maserati and everything.
Your friend,
Chrysler
Interior sounds pretty unique to the merc. I've liked the look of this gen kangoo so seeing the Mercedes model would be cool.
Also, dat orange ...
Nah, AMG's a little too staid for something like this. Let Brabus handle it. It needs a full dose of batshit Brabus magic.
Screw the V8, this should get the V12. Throw in a wide-body conversion kit, big AMG alloys and brakes, full-independent formula-car style suspension and a sequential box and I'll be the first one at the dealer.
I wonder if the Merc will get a pop-up GPS since that drawing seems to indicate there is no display pod like the Renault.
Dear Renault:
How's it going? So, I've heard you've hooked up with my ex. Look, I'm not trying to influence you about him or anything, it's just that...well, I didn't have the best time with him. Sure, it was great at first, and the tech transfers were, well, hot. But, after a bit, he got all creepy and stalkerish on me. Everything I did, I had to get his approval first. And when I mean everything, I mean everything. I couldn't even take a piss without calling Stuttgart first. You should have seen the long-distance bills.
And then came the weird stuff. He forced me to...well, he forced me to start making weird-looking cars that had zero performance. Have you seen the Dodge Caliber? After that one, I started taking showers, lots of hot, long showers, and I'd keep scrubbing and scrubbing and scrubbing and nothing would come off and...
...sorry about that. So where was I going with this?
Oh, yeah, I'm sure you're saying to yourself, "Hey, on my own, I make weird-looking cars that have less performance than they look like they have. I'm French. It's what we do." That's sort of true. But it's a phase. All of us at some time in our lives have to put out a Vel Satis. But your new boyfriend...he doesn't do it on his own. He makes other people do it. Then when it doesn't work, he puts the blame off on someone else. Ask him about his little daughter Smart. Bet he hasn't told you about her, huh?
Seriously, Renault, get out. Get out as fast as you can. This guy is nothing but trouble. You think you can handle it, just like you did with that Romanian guy who wore cheap clothes and wouldn't take a bath (and great news about the number you did on him!). And don't worry about leaving. There's life after him. Just look at me. Yeah, I was bummed for a few years, but then I met this great Italian guy and, honestly, I've never been happier. Owns a Maserati and everything.
Your friend,
Chrysler