He parks his car, man.
An autumn-mobile.
A Mini Golf.
To get to the second-hand shop. I'll show myself out.
He was a cereal defenestrator.
An unidentified frying object.
You park your car, man.
So they can park in handicapped spaces.
In barkinglots.
Dey both sinna, mon!
Caribbean Jerk. Ayyyyy!