>
> “Haul a Yugo. Haul a Yugo.”
>
> Gearly beloved, we are Blazered here in the name of our Four-door, who
> art in Half-ton.
>
> I’m speaking of our lord and Mazda, Jeep-sus Chrysler.
>
> He is the Alfa and the Romeo.
>
> He was born in a Ranger, he was Tempo’d by the DeVille, and he
> Daihatsu’d for your Sentras.
>
> He said, “Dodge not, that ye not be Dodged.
>
> Thou shalt not Corvette thy neighbor’s Whitewall, but turn the
> other Cherokee.
>
> If ye have Fiat, ye can move Montecarlos.
>
> He ain’t Chevy, he’s my Beretta.”
>
> He ate the Last Supra, and he climbed the mount of Cavalier, where
> they cruise-controlled him on the Motocross.
>
> But God, in his Infiniti Mercedes, did Rolls away the Stanza.
>
> Let us Prelude: Sayeth the prophet Isuzu, in the Dusenburg Bible, In
> the 23rd Saab,
> “The Ford is my Chauffeur.
> I shall not Walk. He Lexus me in the paths of Right-turn-signals.
> Yea, though I walk through the Valet of the Shadow of Dart, I shall
> Fiero no Eagle.
> Subaru Goo dwrench and Mercury shall Volvo me Audi Daytonas of my
> life,
> and I shall Dwellmeter house of Delorean, Four-cylinder.”
>
> Gloria, In Ex-Celica Geo!