Yeah, I’m going to have to go ahead and disagree with you there...
Yeah, I’m going to have to go ahead and disagree with you there...
It’s no Wichita Falls, but it’s close.
OK, that is adorable.
Oh goody.
A lesser man would quail at the prospect...
Correct. 1961 300 G.
I owned a Caravan for a few years and it was nice to have that much space. Granted, it seems like total overkill when I recall that my parents carted me and my sister all over the place in a ‘68 VW Squareback but to each his own.
So! It’s all forgotten now, and let’s hear no more about it. So, that’s two egg mayonnaise, a prawn Goebbels, a Hermann Goering, and four Colditz salads.
And you won’t have to fix it much anyway. These don’t break a whole lot...
Mandelbaum! Mandelbaum!
Thanks to Deadspin, he will be forever known to me as Krapsnaps Bazingas.
Good. Fuck ‘em.
Soon to be seen in swarms on Highways 50 and as residents of Placer, Eastern Sacramento and El Dorado Counties buy them to commute to downtown Sacramento.
The judge is most assuredly a pervert himself. Probably buddies with Aaron Persky as well.
Frankly I hated everything about this day. None of it was worth watching The hype leading up to the game, the unending boredom of the game itself and the shitty commercials (other than the NFL 100 commercial - that was gold) then the ultimate shitty result of the goddamn Rams losing.
Those signs are still there...