Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a f**king
big television. Choose washing machines, compact disc players and
electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and
dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose
a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching
luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range
of f**king fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the f**k you are
on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing,
spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing f**king junk food into your
mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last
in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish,
f**ked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future...Choose
a BMW Mini.
But why would you want to do a thing like that? Choose not to
choose an American car designer's bloated wet dream created solely
to cash in on 40 years of history by a German company that ran the
REAL Minis British heritage into the ground. Chose something else!
And the reasons?…. There are no reasons Who needs reasons when you've
got a Real Mini?