Thank you for posting this! This is not only sublimely funny, it's the funniest thing I've read in a while BECAUSE of the indirect, sarcastic humor. It might be especially funny to me because one of my neighbors owns a CrossFit "gym" and they're always evangelizing the message and I just get...ugh!

I can understand why the pedestrian was confused. From a distance I can see the resemblance to Hayley. I love Paramore.

As my son might say... Like a boss!

I always get a kick out of my friends explaining to me they're going to make a "cash offer" and get such a great deal. Then I have to explain spiffs for salesmen and the interest rate spread on the back end for the F&I guy.

That was my thought. But I'm no bronco expert. *shrugs*

I quit bitching about it a year or so ago. It's pretty much established at this point that the price of gasoline/oil bbl has little to nothing to do with the actual available supply and current demand. It's now a hotly traded commodity and as such, the price does (and will continue to) move at the whim of commodity…

I'm gonna have to go with, "Not a Pussy". On the other hand, this just goes to prove that young boys are monumentally stupid the world over. Money, social standing nor anything else will seperate testosterone fueled young men from killing themselves. Or, at least, giving it their best effort.

Alllllllrighty then!

I smell something. Funky!

Dude, for real, it's allllll about the Q!

In South Africa, national park animals watch you.

Role model.

I would barf. Then, be roommate-less.

Kill it. With fire.

That's me, and I LOVE the Boss 'Stangs. Had I not been buying a 14 GT500 just because that was going to be the last one for now, if not forever, I probably would've bought a Boss. That said, if my reply sounded a little snarky, I apologize. I posted something in a "gun thread" here at Jalop, that consequently got…

You were pretty close. Lol. I wouldnt drive my kid around in a car that proper maintenance wasn't done on. As for the detail, I do it myself. It's a hobby and a little something called pride of ownership. Generally no eating in the cars, that's what the dinner table is for. But if you wanna pop a soda, knock yourself…

Ya got me. Funny you mentioned that, I actually went back and reworded that post because it was originally Soccermom's and minivans. Then, I said to myself, "Self, minivans have sliding doors you won't make your own point dumbass". So, I fixed it to blame Escalades everywhere. Hey, on the upside, I didn't mention…

There's no disputing it's "luxurious", but that's about all I can say. It was expensive maybe? I'm sure. See, I like to drive. So TV's in the back seats don't do anything for me. Neither do reclining "Maybach style" lounges back there. No benny for moi'. And if I'm driving, that means I'm probably footin' the…

Pro Tip: Mine's easy to find. It's always in the back of the parking lot, discreetly parked with one side to a curb so that only one is exposed. Far, far away from shopping carts and thoughtless soccermom's releasing their spawn from an "SUV" where they can each ding a door as the exit. So yeah, it's the shiny one…

Carlton? Carlton, is that you?