Take your damn star and get out of here.

Unlike spinners, these pokes are certainly not "pointless".

What’s wrong with the purple? At least it’s something other the boring as hell black/white/silver/grey options.

“Whether the tape—shot in 2003 as Kardashian and then-boyfriend singer/eventual reality star Ray J vacationed in Cabo, Mexico—was directly responsible for Kardashian’s undeniable place in the annals of Americana or a fumble out of the gate that Kardashian swiftly and successfully corrected is a matter of debate.”

The wee darlings! Let’s get them to pronounce this properly...!

That shit actually sounds like a proclamation from Cicero compared to this pile of wet sheets leftover from a rat orgy.

When your think tank is on E.

As a member of the LGBTQ+ living in a different deep red state, I can answer “necessity and economic”.

Glittering, glorious, glitzy and glamorous

I’ve seen apartment complexes that do this. It’s often a sign that there’s high resident turnover. They’re constantly having to pull in new renters, so they want the cars to look nice so people aren’t turned off when they tour the apartment.

A worthy and accurate barometer against which all future cars will be judged.  David Tracy grade, indeed.

Or perhaps this?

Like this?

Ironically, making this girl famous is also something he needs to apologize for.

[Dr. Phil voice]: “Now, you’re kinda like the person playing chess herr, only the squayes on the board keep chaynging...which is hard if you’re a dog on a long ride and you can’t stick your heayed out the window...and the lawn sprinkler in your mahnd is on wide spray but whut you need is a good positive straight spray.…

Good ‘ole Janet.

And lo, the number of the rails shall be three. And three shall be the number. No more, no less. Two shall not be the number, unless immediately proceeding three. Four is right out.

Social media can be a nightmare for any number of reasons, but I don’t think that the abusers of yesteryear are prepared to withstand the counterattack that is direct testimonials on Twitter, Tiktok, Instagram, etc. Places like this that can get away with casual cruelty for decades are imploding and I’m super into it.

One of these showed up at my dad’s Leonard gas station in 1963ish. Small Michigan town about 150 miles NW of Detroit. Summer day, we are all out in the shop doing a clutch job. I’m all of 8 y/o so I’m pretty much the go-fer. We hear a sound like a spaceship and the bell rings. Usually one guy would go out to the pumps…

If the new owner doesn’t drive straight to Jay Leno’s garage and demand a drag race, then I quit.