A .22 would probably just rattle around inside for a bit, now a .45....

 

So, in summation, we've gone from my being a potential pathological liar, to discovering the meaning of "Wally-World", to bustin' a cap in my rear window, to using goo-gone (?), to a butt plug..... My brain hurts. I'm gonna go places and eat things (3 Stooges reference). Wait. There's an idea! Let's start a combination diners club/ride to nowhere thing. We could pick a restaurant central to everyone, go there, and talk about random, totally unrelated stuff, and confuse the hell out of anyone in ear-shot. Whadda ya think? I'm wicked smaht (Boston reference).

 

thats wikkad smat I think you must like watching the tail of TTs so here's another

 

Haven't tried the bullfighting yet. Not tempted.

What's the topic, again?

 

Gumball reference:

Rip off your rear wiper (and perhaps your rear-view mirror) and say: "And now my friend, the first rule of Italian driving: What's-a behind me, is not important!"

 

Unless your backing up, right Sally!

 

The thought of Walley World brings too many possibilities for a trip gone bad. But, maybe I'm thinking of a different place.

Rain-X that rear window, never use the wiper again, just let it sit there, no removal, no replacement, no cap poppin'. Does make for a good MF towel rack.

 

And here I thought MINI folks were a clever bunch who could spot a joke when it hit them over the head. Sheesh!

 

Some of us are too dense to get this joke, but I think Eric has it figured out.

Why does the back wiper get special treatment here anyway?!?!?!?!?!?

 

Next time, race down to Autozone and get a pair of Anco N-12R.
They only sell them in pairs, but then you're ready for next time.