Everyday I walk past this car in the parking lot.
She (just a guess) appears to have taken the dog from a giant Monopoly set, spray painted it gold, and glued it to the hood of her shitty car.
I suspect there is a doggie day-care center in the building next door. My guess is based on seeing poodle haired women with poodles walking into the building.
From my days of living in London I recall African guys who put tissue boxes that look like gold crowns in their rear windows. They almost exclusively would drive a Mercedes.
Meanwhile last week I borrowed Anne's brand new VW. She appears to have filled it with cat hair.
Of course my Audi is a museum to candy wrappers.