Late one night at a Detroit Michigan Pontiac new car dealer, an as yet unsold Grand Prix 2+2, nicknamed Mix-a-lot due to his mixed up appearance, snuck away for a late night drive.
In his travels, he passed by a Dodge/Chrysler dealership and something caught his eye. There she was, all chocolate brown in her glory.... a brand new MINIVAN! He said to himself, damn baby, you got it goin on out back.
A quick u-turn, and some bouncing springs in the body shop later, and Mix-a-lot the 2+2 headed back to the Pontiac dealership before anyone was the wiser.
Some time later, Mix-a-lots daddy, the General, received a bit of a care package, a rather unusual thing. 15 years later, having grown old enough to drive, the offspring of that cursed one night stand took to the roads - the Pontiac Aztek, complete with her mommy's bones and that trademark sharply sloping rear window from pops.
So now we know where the Aztek really came from.
In his travels, he passed by a Dodge/Chrysler dealership and something caught his eye. There she was, all chocolate brown in her glory.... a brand new MINIVAN! He said to himself, damn baby, you got it goin on out back.
A quick u-turn, and some bouncing springs in the body shop later, and Mix-a-lot the 2+2 headed back to the Pontiac dealership before anyone was the wiser.
Some time later, Mix-a-lots daddy, the General, received a bit of a care package, a rather unusual thing. 15 years later, having grown old enough to drive, the offspring of that cursed one night stand took to the roads - the Pontiac Aztek, complete with her mommy's bones and that trademark sharply sloping rear window from pops.
So now we know where the Aztek really came from.
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