Gross out!

[OzBenzHead]

How's this for crass and tasteless - a diamond-encrusted SL!







More money than sense or taste; perhaps the owner is genitally challenged!  And he'll need a large bevvy of cleaners armed with toothbrushes to wash the thing.

[michaeld]

While I agree with your diagnosis of "genitally challenged," I would like to have further information on what sub-type this would be.

I have always associated men driving super-lifted trucks w/ enormous mud tires as likely possesing amazingly small hanging down parts.  Have I been wrong about that?

Now, this diamond thing would seem to entail a complete LACK of hanging down parts altogether.

Now, which situation is worse: massively overcompensating for one's extremely tiny hanging down parts, or fully embracing one's complete lack thereof?

As for my 450SEL, it has taken the position that "while my owner may or may not have tiny hanging down parts, I definitively state for the record that I have absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with it!  Furthermore, please don't drag me into any sexual dysfunction-issues you may encounter either now or in the future."

[s class]

Oz,

That is really bad - but if one can see pas the crass exterior, one will notice the fur seats which themselves are really bad.

[OzBenzHead]

I suspect it belongs to a gentleman [ sic?] of north-east African descent who comes from an entirely different cultural aesthetic; it does indicate to me that the oil-sheik world has its wankers just as does the West.   

I suppose you and I are lining the b stard's pockets via one or more of the unmentionable oil-liances 'tween those who own it and those who would.   We're all implicated.

Y'know ... on further consideration, I think Liberace would have loved that SL!

London Newspaper Daily Mirror, 27 Sep 1956, calls Liberace a

"deadly, winking, sniggering, snuggling, chromium-plated, scent-impregnated, luminous, quivering, giggling, fruit-flavored, mincing, ice-covered heap of mother love ... Without doubt, he is the biggest sentimental vomit of all time. Slobbering over his mother, winking at his brother, and counting the cash at every second ... a sugary mountain of jingling claptrap wrapped in such a preposterous clown."

[Denis]

You know S class... those are fur seats, skunk fur seats I'd say 

Denis

Paris, France