The pool won't fit, let's take a little more off the back.

Either a crazy car or a great Photoshop.

Dumps like a truck, truck, truck. Rims like like what, what, what.

In the prankers defense, they probably thought they were throwing eggs at a very small jungle with headlights.

Pimp my quad.

Nobody's above the law... nobody.

Whoever owns this must be the richest man in the world.

"Too redneck to be ghetto, too ghetto to be redneck."

Why are you mad? Your car is twice as awesome as it was before.

The guy who made the sign on the bottom can't park in the handicapped spot.

The ladies love my ride. I honk at them and they can't help but stare.

"Me and a roommate of mine have parking wars. We try to get our passenger door as close to the other guys drivers side door so its a pain in the ass to get into the other guys car. Having no passenger side mirror helps."

I suppose a handicapped man could still park his motorcycle there.

"There is a car under there, somewhere."

The only person that could look okay driving that car is Mr. T, and you sir are no Mr. T.

Technically, this isn't even parking.

Now all we need to do is put wings on it so it flies and we're done.

Two dudes - gross.

Redundant - he already had a DMB sticker.

A classy Dukes of Hazzard - maybe they are bootlegging champagne.