One of those days; this is today’s Questionable Content strip.

I need an Edwardian racecar.

Unfortunately, feminism has become associated with more than just equal rights. It isn’t that simple anymore.

Diagram of the service position from an Audi shop manual:

I actually love that rust. It’s seen it’s time!

As a resident of Michigan, not having had to sign anything or bend any rules when they pulled off the rear cat on my MINI to make the exhaust growlier (because we stopped emissions testing in the 90s)...

Face Loran and Ton Phanan from the X-Wing: Wraith Squadron books. I don’t tend to cry at books very often but I’ll be damned if Phanan’s final note to Face in Iron Fist doesn’t make me tear up almost every damn time.

That the jury didn’t convict on the other accounts doesn’t mean that they don’t think the Defendant is a serial rapist, or that they didn’t believe the victims - it just means that they didn’t think the Prosecution met their burden of proof on those issues. And given the number of charges and victims in this case,…

Ok, admittedly I haven’t been following this at all, but why does every article today explicitly call out that the jury was 100% white? And specifically this article says that by asking ‘how they could do this’ he meant ‘to another white person’?

It’s because *in best Mr. Regular voice* HNNNGH MY PENIS RRRGH I HATE INTELLECTUALISM AAAGH PRIUSESESES ARE FOR HOMOS *real fart*

*adds to list* “pissed.... on... also....”

But seriously fuck coal rollers, preferably with a rail spike covered in pissed off fire ants.

“Watch what happened when I took my Pantera to the Ford Dealer for service” - Doug DeMuro

this comment is slightly lacking in Pantera.

Something French. I vote Citroen SM or C6. I know the C6 was covered a bit here but learning about living with something like that would be great. But the SM is just.... hnnnng. Plus weird French cars, vintage ones at that, will have endless blog fodder.

DeTomaso Pantera.

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize there’s nothin’ left
‘Cause I’ve been blasting and missing so long,
That even my mama thinks that my mind is gone
But I ain’t never shot at a rebel that didn’t deserve it
Me be shot like a punk you know that’s unheard of
You…