choose no life choose no career choose no family choose a fucking rusty camper choose aircooled engines the size of cereal boxes kadron exhausts poptop roofs and electrical ignition kits choose no sleep high alcohol content and mental blocks choose friends choose funky trousers and skate shoes choose seats from the scrappy in a range of fucking fabrics choose watercooled and wondering why the fuck you're not in bed on a sunday morning choose sitting in that stupid seat looking at the mind numbing spirit crushing 1960's camper conversion stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth choose rotting away at the end of it all. Nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish fucked up losers the modern day car manufacturer spawned to replace your rusty trusty wagon.

choose your future

choose a volkswagen