By driving this car you are essentially saying that “my stupid, ironic beard and I will definitely lose in a fist fight.”
Admit it. You got this car so you’d have more room for your groceries from Trader Joe’s that you just can’t help bragging about on your Twitter account.
If you drive this car you probably also get excited about shopping for scarves. Barely sissier than the VW Beetle but only because of “slug bug.” We encourage that kind of promotion of violence here at TPAC.
The official car of sissy grandmothers. Seriously this is about as tough as wing-tip bowling shoes and those naked troll dolls with the long pink hair.
This SUV crossover has plenty of room for you and your wuss friends (or space for your little dog that you carry around in your oversize bag).
The Yaris is basically an easter egg on wheels. There’s nothing tough about an easter egg. It’s pink, fragile, and carried around in a grass padded basket by a bunny…the egg, that is.
Standard accessories include shoe rack, purse holder, rear-view vanity mirror. Even though it looks kind of cool it’s a total chick car. Kind of like the Pontiac Sunfire back in the day.
Shaking the hand of a guy who drives one of these has got to be like grabbing a handful of wet noodles.
*see picture* Why do the wheels have to be so small?
Oh come on! Look at that thing! A pre-teen girl would like that.
It has a quarter slot. When you insert 50 cents it rocks forward and backwards, lights flash, and some distorted car sounds can be heard.