Old Volkswagen's are so emotive. They are so cool, organic, sexy.

I had a 1965 Beetle. I loved that car. In fact, if it weren't for the safety issue, I'd probably drive an old Beetle now.

I used to run my hands over my Beetle sensuously. They were a sexy shape. I could lie over the back of my Beetle and hump it. Smoke a j. Get off on it. It was sexy. (cheeky smile) Not really. But it was nice to lie against in the afternoon sun. Curvy.

My favourite float in the Mardi Gras Parade ever was the handsome boy in the overalls polishing his pristine notch back sedan, circa 1965 ish, with his body. He seduced his VW all the way up Oxford Street. It was hot.