I love Swedish cars. I really really love them. They're safe and cool. Maybe not as safe as an armoured vehicle or as cool as a Lamborghini, but quite safe and quite cool. So I guess that makes me kind of an average person. I even like their average names - Saab, Volvo - and I like other average things, like getting drunk but not too drunk, and making paella but leaving out the saffron. Maybe I don't really really love Swedish cars. Maybe I just like them in an average kind of way. Maybe I don't really really love anything.
My ex-girlfriend's mother had a Saab. Large, slow, a pain in the arse to get round corners, but plenty of space in the back. The car was great though.
See, even my jokes are average.
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