I have a feeling the added sophistication would make it reasonably swift, the new gearbox has got to be at least a little better.

"It's a fucking milligram of… Sweet'n Low," he chokes.

I think he used pretty much every excuse in the rapist handbook. "The women are lying, they came onto me! They're just poor and are smearing my reputation for a payday! My wife is hot and those bitches are ugly! I'm the real victim here!!!"

This is quite an impressive streak of not playing professional soccer.

Yeah, the way this guy explains everything away is just hilarious.

Ain't nothin' wrong with goin' to the scrip club. They were just bein' rebellion.

A couple more titty sucking stories and you might just jump up to #11. Ill be waiting..

There's just something about the ambiance that makes the coke taste better in the strip club. I think it's the desperation, myself.

Last time I heard "I'm as pure as pure can be", the motherfucker sold me an eighth of talcum powder.

I want a set of points and a condenser. My timing light has been unused too long.

Yeah! And it needs a carburetor too!

Tires are one of those few things in life that really "you get what you pay for". The other two that I know of are dish soap and toilet paper.

that's what I do in the Baja. I had to roll the windows down even in snowbound New Hampshire winter after I woke up sweating with them all up.

a nice 20 degree sleeping bag would have kept you toasty with the window cracked

Yes, yes, you do understand.

This will also help you be a bit more tired when you finally do go to sleep in the car, which should make the process easier.

Gotta crack a window for ventilation. Condensation is a bitch.

I knew I'd get it right one day!

The answer is simple: absolutely not. I wouldn't wish daily driving this car on my biggest enemy. I wouldn't wish it on my greatest foe. I wouldn't even wish it on that guy who called me "Doug DeDouchebag" because I said they don't have valet parking in Idaho.