[via with a h/t to Mr. Paul Revere.]

I really don’t know where to go with this… way too many things wrong. Now I’m all for custom automotive modifications, but this one shows no respect.

It looks like one of those monstrosities we used to cobble together with parts from unrelated Revelle model kits when we were bored kids stuck in the basement on a snow day, with Testor’s vapors dancing way too close to the furnace.

The only way I’d get into that clownmobile is if I were driving and had complete control over the hydraulics to make it leap and dive through a sea of bumper to bumper traffic while Charlie Estevez-Sheen, Lindsay Lohan, Paris Hilton, and that ex-sports commentator… um… whatsisname Olberman,  puked all over themselves in the back seats.

There’s just something righteous about that “What If” fantasy, but I can’t quite put my finger on it. Yet, the question hovers: “Bunk, is this a True Babe Magnet?”

Answer: Nah. This is The Overnight Open Thread.