Jim Spanfeller is the kid you regret teasing in grade school - only to run into them as an adult and regret not teasing them more.

Jim Spanfeller stalls out every time he drives a manual Honda Fit.

Jank Spongefucker is what happens when you take MRATT DAAAMURRN from Team America and turn him into a real boy.

Junk Spunkfanner is probably (definitely) a goat-fucker.

Germ Spanfeller would call the cops on a kid’s lemonade stand - and then take over the lemonade stand.

Jim Spermfeeler wipes back-to-front after taking a dump.

Jim Spamfuller doesn’t respond to reader emails and probably sleeps with a nightlight.

Jim Spamfeller gives trick-or-treaters low-grade Dollar Store candy that he bought on sale two Halloweens ago.

Jim Spamfeller doesn’t have to wear a Halloween costume, since he’s already a ghoul.

Macan looks slightly better IMHO, but I’ve accepted that it’s more “glorious slightly-lifted hatchback” than SUV - so I’ll give it to the F-Pace.

Kanye Worst.

Two conspicuously-absent displays of solidarity:

Okay. 

I didn’t say that the Golf was the first hatchback; I said that the Ritmo (and damn near every other hatch at the time) were designed to reflect a lot of the same styling cues as the Golf.

....Yes. Which it’s why it isn’t a rare combination of anything.

If the Cayman GT4 didn’t exist, I’d be all over this thang.

Who amongst us hasn’t been bombarded by dicks?

“really appreciate what was happening there, stylistically—a rare combination of boldness and restraint, daring and subtlety.”

The airline industry can’t afford to invest in Fairey tales.

*Viper, ugh.