He wanted to "Mercedes" his mother. So he

He wanted to "Mercedes" his mother. So he designed a car that had her curves and personality, but she was a cantankerous squash-shaped octogenarian. The "Gertrude" sold poorly but

Dodge Caravan and attached a Mercedes hood ornament he'd jimmied off some poor shmuck's E350. He didn't really expect his mother to be able to express herself thru the minivan. She

was more the PT Cruiser type, where there was no need for the step ladder like the four-wheel drive truck. His mama's boy reputation was contrary to snatching the hood ornament

s off of vehicles, like he was rumored to due. I doubt he did that anyways. Now back to the vehicle which fit him best, the PT Cruiser. Now his wife, Thumbelina, had no license.

As she was a tiny ball of light, she hadn't managed to steer the PT Cruiser - even though it had power steering and everything. So Thumbelina caught the bus to work, healthwise a

good decision. That is, until Fat Rhonda got on the bus and sat on Thumbelina, snuffing out her light. Thumbelina was suffocating under Fat Rhonda and was fading fast. Just as she

was about to give up all hope of ever taking another breath again, Fat Rhonda shifted in her bus seat to fart, her butt cheek moving ever so slightly thereby allowing Thumbelina to

escape before the toxic gas engulfed her. Thumbelina was on a bus to the windy city to visit her boyfriend Tom Thumb. She did not expect Fat Rhonda to

waddle all the way to the backseat along the narrow aisle. Rhonda cause the chassis to grind on the rear axle, bringing the entire bus to a halt. Somehow she couldn't fit back off.