An automobile driven by a cunt. Usually dented, dinged and scratched due to the driver's habit of simultaneously caking makeup over her ugly, gabbing on the cellphone, trying to find a station playing her favorite top-40 pop song, sipping an extra large double foam half-caf caramel iced latte with 4 Splendas, and beating her fatherless whelps in the back seat, instead of paying attention to traffic. A cuntmobile's engine noise typifies neglect of regular oil changes and tuneups, and the brakes tend to squeal at every stop as few cunts understand the importance of changing pads (brake or otherwise).
"JesusJoey, wasn't your neighbor's car new a month ago? it's all dinged and scratched already" "Yeah, last month it was a new automobile, now it's a broken-in cuntmobile."
A vehicle adorned with multiple bumper stickers that feature political, activist, or other cause-related messaging; esp. those which are ostentatiously self-righteous
I was stuck in traffic behind a real causemobile on the way to work today. Funny enough though, the experience did nothing to change my stance on abortion.