Found this one, serendipitously, in the neighborhood. While we appreciate the refined wit of swinging a hairy beanbag off the van to illustrate its manliness, we think it's redundant. It'd be like if Lindsay Lohan wore a t-shirt that read "Coke-sniffing gutter whore".

Yeah, no shit.

We know the van is B.A.--with or without the dangling man-satchel.

Also, bonus point for a pristine 3-rung ladder. Because how else are you gonna get way, way up there to that luggage rack?

At the 34 second mark.

The full-sized conversion van is not only filled with sickness, but apparently it's filled with a couple pounds of C-4 as well.

The back half of this van leaves you wanting more. It's sexy--in a way. We like how the owner decided to customize this. You can't get this kind of sickness directly from the factory.

Special order sick.

We like the rugged look of this van. Though it has too many windows to be suitable for raping co-eds, it would be ideal for lurking slowing through neighborhoods, creeping out soccer moms. The unmatched paint on the driver's side door really brings it together.

Solid, American-made sickness.