AN: I'm no car-buff but I believe I can confirm that the car Jess is driving is an AMC/Rambler Ambassador 4-door sedan. You can quite easily see the "Ambassador" emblem on the front grill of the car immediately before the girls start to egg it. The emblem is also visible at the end of the episode, as the girls walk past the car towards the tower. In considering the shape of the headlights and front grill, I believe it is a 1969 model. I know I'm not the only fan who gets caught up in the details. I saw someone else had posted the burning question, "What does Jess drive?" So I hope this answers it! Apparently the 1969 Ambassador was quite the cool car back in its day. Wikipedia says there was nothing else like it at the time.

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3.06d Take the Deviled Eggs…

Along the cool drift of lilting fall breeze
A foul scent was carried to make people wheeze,
To make them all gasp, in certain despair,
And long for a breath of much fresher air!

And Jess was the one so much more dismayed
Since it fell to him: aroma to fade.
The stench the breeze carried all 'round near and far
Did emanate from poor Jess's old car.

He'd carried with him a bucket of water,
Quite steamy since it, than the air, was quite hotter,
And lavishly loaded with liquid dish soap.
For sponge in the bucket, did Jess have to grope.

Instead of the plans he'd happily planned
Did Jess have to deal with the matter at hand.
And while he began, did Rory him pass
Just ripe with her righteousness, evil and sass.

She'd said, with a voice just peppered in spite,
That she'd been at home throughout the whole night.
But Jess was adept, like any good sleuth,
At hearing from her the bottom-line truth.

Suspected he that she'd played a large part
In painting his car with deviled-egg art.
And why in the world she'd thought it deserved
Was anyone's guess! It left him unnerved.

She hadn't just taken to throwing some eggs.
She'd cooked them and dressed them to give them more legs,
And those she had used to launch through the air,
To show that, for spite, she'd taken much care.

Just fourteen days prior he'd helped with a lawn.
Now goodwill for that did seem to be gone.
The good deed he'd done repaid she with this!
The thanks she should give, did Rory dismiss!

So after the tenuous truce that they'd had
Had switched to a track towards bitterness, bad,
He thought that a friendship would never abound,
As never, between them, they'd find common ground.

As Jess had cleaned up the putrid egg mess
His good thoughts of Rory began to regress.
And felt he a prickle of pain in his heart
As some type of hatred attempted to start.

A good hour later, which could have been spent
In some occupation that posed less torment,
The car had been rid of all of its egg
And Jess could be triggered like some powder keg.

The water in bucket was soapy but rank
With little egg bits swirling round in its tank.
Jess carried it off to, it, now dispose
To head then for home to then recompose.

But, ere a serenity Jess could acquire,
A crossing of paths did chance to transpire.
From Doose's she stepped, the girl so unkind,
The one who was never too far from his mind.

And when their eyes met, her features turned haughty
And bore she a smile a little too naughty.
His mood was as foul as the odour had been
And she was as odious a thing as he'd seen.

Audacious she was, impertinent too,
When up raised her voice, without much ado.
"All clean now?" she asked which tickled his ire.
His eyes hardened then and spat out a fire.

Then brushed he right past her with nary a word.
His shoulder knocked hers so his ire was transferred.
His sullen attack did shake her foundation.
For some unknown reason her eyes pricked hydration.

Then turned she from him and marked she, with feet,
Quick steps of her own down separate street.
And, as she went home, then Rory felt sick.
The tears that had threatened did make her eyes slick.

Though thoughts left unsaid could never be heard,
Did Rory, of them, glean every word.
"He knows it was me," she pondered aloud.
Guilt followed her home like a ceaseless storm cloud.

Alongside the guilt came bolts of a fear:
Their last shreds of friendship did now disappear.
And why had she done it? What good had it done?
How had, in that moment, the deed felt so fun?

One moment had Jess been dear to her heart,
As moment in sprinklers did, feelings, restart,
The next, she had taken an evil delight
In dressing his car with eggs set in flight.

Just jealous she'd been—she'd thought of the car.
But that, from the truth, was rather quite far.
The bra in the back had made her insane.
The truth was that Rory was jealous of Shane.

And why, in that girl, should Rory find rival?
'Cause Rory'd been certain, since Jess's arrival,
He'd acted like Rory had held his attraction.
But presence of Shane did post his retraction.

And finding the bra in his Rambler's rear space
Did rub Jess's pref'rence of Shane in her face.
Injustices mounting, she now knew their state,
And what the two did when out on a date.

And now he'd brushed past. His broad frame had bowled her.
Distraught, Rory absently fingered her shoulder.
A friend he was not, and lover the same.
So Rory boiled over, to think of his game.

Replaced by an anger, her sadness now gone,
She thought of how Jess, for a year, led her on.
And that little tidbit was easier to take,
To harden her heart against what was at stake.

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