Reminds me of her too.

I’m no expert, but it looks like she may need three helmets.

My asshole brother bought her back in September ‘57. That’s when you got your new model year, in September. Brand-new, she was. She had the smell of a brand-new car. That’s just about the finest smell in the world, ‘cept maybe for pussy.

You mean they're not the same guy?

You know, I think I just changed zombie apocalypse strategies

As a long-time Ford guy who’s always had a thing for Capris, recently sold his last remaining Ford, and now has a BMW, this was like Chicken Soup for My Trying Not to be Brand Loyal Soul.

You should stop chasing waterfalls. Stick to the rivers and the lakes that you are used to.

Congratulations, Mr. Dave Ruddock, on COTD. Here’s a Ford Focus for your effort which this lovely lady now will deliver given that she just gave birth to a healthy orange wheel.

SEMPER PARATUS! Doing all they can with what they have.

Inside the armor is the famous Tony Stork.

Traitorous Colonials Day 2: This Time, It’s Imperial.

My dear chap,

yeah, there’s a switch on the buffer to go the other way.

It’s an older joke, sir, but it checks out.

$3,700 Buy it now?

“It’s still your ugly baby.”

Mildly related.

They don’t really do ticker-tape parades down here. Instead, everyone just bangs pots and pans loudly. It’s called Pan-demonium. Because of the pans.

Well, as long as there’s still the sex and drugs, I can do without the rock ‘n’ roll.

This info is great and all, but I want my news in useless bar graph form so I go straight to ESPN stats.