The
big ass car you got from your
grandma, with the
fuzzy dice and the old grease smell and maybe a jiggley
hula dancer on the dashboard. Crammed full of your closest friends, your party barge floats around town with the
dome light on, passengers scoffing at authority, puffing the
joints you rolled in the car, screaming, "I got me a
Chrysler, it's as big as a whale and it's about to set
SAIL".
WARNING: If you pull up to one of these and make eye contact you are liable to get mooned.