Absolutely. The 2nd month I had my model S I took a trip down the FL turnpike to south Florida. I turned on Autosteer and it was so cool. But after a few minutes my mind wandered and about 15 minutes in I suddenly found myself surrounded by cars and a semi. Now my car did not do anything bad, nor drop autosteer (if it…

When angry, Arsène grows to three times his normal size, as long as he’s wearing a puffy jacket.

No snark. In a year-long period where we’ve publicly fawned over sports figures (Mort, Sager, etc) battling cancer, I’m in total awe of someone like Andrews has had to deal with cancer AND an overly public trial with quiet grace and dignity. She’s someone everyone should admire and respect, for so many reasons

Yeah, figured I’d be needing to do that…

They should wear those once a month.

My worst involves landing in the wrong Middle East country during a time of hostility, staying awake for more than 3 days solid, and the spending Christmas Day snowed in at an airport. This is a long story, but a flight nightmare.

My worst is probably more than most have ever experienced. Brake fire.

cousin Jenny always pulls that shit

Yeah, what the hell is it with Seventies inreriors? Fifties interiors were gorgeous, Sixties interiors were hit and miss so but definitely started getting worse, and Seventies interiors were pure crap. Maybe five percent — and I think I’m being generous here — of interiors in the Seventies were decent, and Mercedes…

Only posted two minutes ago, and the video is already down!

If you ever want to really commit to understanding the witchcraft involved, grab a snack, make sure your battery is charged, strap yourself in and give this one a read. You may be old and grey when you finish it, but you’ll understand.

I coached a Little League team of 7 year olds a couple years ago, and 75% of the team had names that ended in “n”, including some of the above listed variations.

I coach little league, and it was like a Sons of Italy softball team. I had two Gianlucas, an Angelo, a Luciano, a Marco and a Pasquale.

We live in a very Italian neighborhood, so my son plays baseball with Giovanni, Vincent, Tony, Tony, Marco, and Tony.

C’mon, Stef!

Does insurance cover blowing the bloody doors off?

I thought that his offseason training regimen was throwing rocks at pirates.

That black strip is a nice throwback.