I Want One!!

Oh great, more toys for rich bastards. You would think that after snorting coke off the stomachs of Victoria Secret models, propelling yourself from a helicopter down the alpine slopes of Gstaad, or sipping 3 fingers of Dalmore scotch as you stroll through your barn and needing to take off your shoes as you count your polo ponies, you would reach a point where you could put your hand over your cup and say “when”. But it’s not “who dies with the most toys, wins”, it’s who can brag about having the most toys, here is the latest:

Who needs a flying car?

Talk about a way to beat traffic.

Actually, you won’t be able to take off out of gridlock in Terrafugia’s flying car, but at least you’ll be able to drive it on roads to the nearest airport. The National Highway Traffic Safety Administration (NHTSA) recently granted special exemptions for the Transition “roadable aircraft.”

The exemptions clear the way for shipping to begin from Terrafugia’s Massachusetts plant following testing. The flying car is slated to enter production this year, with shipping in 2012.

Once in the air, you can attain speeds of up to 115 mph, not bad. And with all the safety features that is standard with most cars (and a top land speed of 62 mph) it will also work for that late run to Wolfgangs for that Kobe burger, but don’t let the valet near this baby.

I guess this is why I would make a terrible liberal, I don’t hate the rich, I don’t even envy the rich, I appreciate them as an integral part of any free market economy, and the cash cow that pays all the bills (in taxes).

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  1. InsipiD

    That’s cool and all, but I’d prefer for my toys to be built a little more specifically. Like why not have a high-performance car and a nice airplane, rather than something that’s shitty at both? 62? If it flies well, that top speed is probably necessary to keep it on the ground even with the wings stowed. 115 is hardly hauling when airborne. A quick look at eBay right now shows that you can buy a twin-engine Piper Seneca II and a brand-new supercharged Corvette ZR1 for a total of about $225,000, and what a bargain. $25,000 difference would buy a lot of fuel, and you wouldn’t have the most humiliating vehicle at the airport or parking lot.

    I guess this is why I would make a terrible liberal, I don’t hate the rich, I don’t even envy the rich, I appreciate them as an integral part of any free market economy, and the cash cow that pays all the bills (in taxes).

    I don’t want a Terrafugia, but I can agree with you on this.

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  2. HARLEY

    I still want my jet pack…

    Cruisin’ Mos Espa
    In my Delorean
    War’s over
    I’m a peacetime mandalorian

    My story has stumped
    Star Wars historians
    Deep in debate,
    Buffet plate at Bennigan’s

    Rhyme renegade
    Sure to penetrate
    First and second defence
    I won’t hesitate

    Got a job to do
    when Darth’s the guy that delegates
    Got something against Skywalker
    Someone he really hates

    I don’t give a fuck
    I’m after Solo
    For all I care
    He could be hidin’ at Yoda’s dojo

    Gotta make the money
    Credit’s no good
    When the jawas run a shop
    In your neighborhood

    Think you can cook?
    I got a grappling hook
    Let’s make this quick
    ‘Cause I’m really booked

    I’m a devious degenerate
    Defender of the devil
    Shut down all the trash compactors
    On the detention level

    chorus
    My backpack’s got jets
    Well I’m Boba the Fett
    Well I bounty hunt for Jabba Hutt
    To finance my ‘Vette

    wicky wicky woo

    Well I chill in deep space
    A mask is over my face
    Well I deliver the prize
    But I still narrow my eyes
    ‘Cause my time
    I don’t like to waste.

    Get down

    I’m a question
    Wrapped inside an enigma
    Get inside of Slave One
    Find your homing signal

    From Endor to Hoth
    Ridley to Spock
    I’ll find what you want
    But there’s gonna be a cost

    See, my name is Boba Fett
    I know my shit is tight
    Start not actin’right
    You’re frozen in carbonite

    Got telescopic sight
    Flame throwers on my wrist
    You still don’t get the gist
    Spiked boots are made to kick

    Targets are made to hit
    You think I give a shit
    Yo mama is a bitch
    I see you in the Sarlaac Pit

    You just flipped my switch
    Integrity been dissed
    You scratchin’ on my itch
    You know I shoot the gif

    I get bambinas at cantinas
    when I lick my lusty lips
    So I let you get back inside
    Your little space ship

    Give you a head start
    ‘Cause I’m the sportin’ kind
    Consider the starting line
    The sneaky smile I hide inside

    Hope you have hyper drive (drive)
    pray to stay alive (‘live)
    Don’t try to slip me a five
    ‘Cause I never take a bribe

    To the beat of a different drummer
    Bad ass bounty hunter
    Let no man put asunder
    Or else they be put under

    As in six feet
    Got an imperial fleet
    Backin’ me up, gonna blow up
    Any attempt to defeat

    They gotta death star
    Got four payments on my car
    Hand it over to hammer head
    At Mos Eisley bar

    He used to carjack
    Now he’s a barback
    Just goes to show how you can
    Get back on the right track

    As for me that’s not an option
    Can’t say that with more clarity
    Me going legit would be like
    Jar Jar on speech therapy

    Chorus
    My backpack’s got jets
    Well I’m Boba the Fett
    Well I bounty hunt for Jabba Hutt
    To finance my ‘Vette

    wicky wicky woo

    Well I chill in deep space
    A mask is over my face
    Well I deliver the prize
    But I still narrow my eyes
    ‘Cause my time
    I don’t like to waste.

    Get down

    Slice you open like a Taun Taun
    Faster than the Autobahn
    Or a motorbike in Tron
    Do the deed and then I’m gone

    Jaba has a hissyfit
    Contact Calrissian
    Over a colt, the plan unfolds
    No politic is legit

    Back in the day
    When I was a slave
    Living life in the fast lane
    Like in a pod race

    My mean streak tweaked
    I became a basket case
    So this space ace
    Split that place, poste haste

    Took up a noble cause
    Called the Clone Wars
    ‘Cause life’s not all about
    Girls and cars

    Getting fucked up
    In fucked up bars
    See, I’m not a retard
    Or gay like de Barge

    I’m large and in charge
    With a face so scarred
    A cold black heart
    That’s been torn apart

    The Sith wish that they
    Had a dick so hard
    ‘Cause it’s long long ago
    In a pussy far far

    Call me master, ’cause I’m faster
    Than Pryor on fire
    I no longer have to hot wire

    I’m a hunter for hire
    With no plans to retire
    And all the sucka MCs
    Can call me sire

    Chorus
    My backpack’s got jets! (jets jets jets)

    Well I’m Boba the Fett! (the Fett the Fett)

    Well I bounty hunt for Jabba Hutt, (Jabba Hutt Jabba Hutt Jabba Hutt)

    …To finance my ‘Vette (my ‘Vette my ‘Vette my ‘Vette my ‘Vette)

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