Like I could resist...

Is it not obvious?

Brilliant. + a bag of intertubes.

Sorry Matt, can't agree. Not in this case.

Yeah, it was tongue...watch the scene again. I mean, ask yourself: which appendage would you rather employ in such an endeavor?

Yeah, such a transformative, metaphysical event in my youth, that movie.

"I fart in Gawker's general direction! Their mother was a hamster, and their father smelled of elderberries!"

I've always admired the outlandish engineering that went into this thing. I'd never admired its looks, until I got up close and personal with one parked near my office building in Ann Arbor last year. In real life its low and squat and curvy and seems fused to the ground. Not pretty, but intimidating as hell. And I've…

Yeah. Or maybe a cement truck.

"Anything bigger than a handful, you're risking a sprained tongue."

Exactly. This guy massively ripped off Kyle Cooper and 9"N.

Not in Oklahoma...NOT IN OKLAHOMA!!!

Yes. Partly because the U.S. government saved GM from oblivion, and partly because simultaneously, Toyota (along with much of Japanese industry) got smeared with a tsunami, a nuclear power plant collapse, and the resultant production delays.

I don't watch porn either. Not ever.

Something bad happened to George.

Oh my stars and garters, that's mighty purdy. Lots of GM DNA left over from my brother's 454 Rat-powered '69 Cutlass SS, in candy-apple red. He delighted in scaring the stuffing out of me in that thing when I was a kid...fucker.

Brother, the horror stories I could tell you about GM management. They were a client with my marketing firm until 2 years ago, and the incompetence (and lack of taste) extant was staggering.

In the plus column, I've got an HP-67 card-reading programmable calculator (from like 1978) in pristine, fully-functional, glowy-red-LED condition. It's like a museum piece, and it reminds me of HP's glory days. It's sitting on a shelf in my office, right next to its hated rival, a TI-59 (you'd laugh out loud to hear…

You're right, Tony. I should've stopped before the last comment. But I'm so tired of small minds charging thoughtlessly against large ideas on this board, and it was the end of a very tiring day. My apologies to anyone offended. I offer no apologies to the small minds themselves...their words have no weight on…

Oh, small-minded little boy, it doesn't drive me mad. It makes me laugh at your proletariat intellect. I'm on two boards, Little Luis. I know exactly what conscientious board members do. And one of the things we do is chuckle at children like you throwing rocks at the stars because they don't understand the larger…