The way this reads reminds me of the bad endings of the old Choose Your Own Adventures books.

Have you ever seen a Slingshot owner? Think of an old dude that also owns a C6 Vette (that he bought used from a note lot, and acts like it’s the greatest car in the world... probably has a Corvette polo shirt), sports a goatee, wears PC Bro sunglasses, and vapes.

Troll.

Just knowing that LaVar is halfway across the world from me is a comforting experience.

Bon Scott felt that big balls were best.

I wouldn’t walk closer than a foot next to a jacuzzi tub next to a bed in a hotel let alone get in one.

Shots fired.

Not to be confused with the Millennial Falcon, which lives in its parent’s hangar until it turns 26.

You rank the C4 Grand Sport above, say, the ‘63 split-window? The begrudgingly handsome C7 ZR-1? The ‘69 Stingray?

There’s always the gog.com build for that. :)

Here’s a song. I like this arrangement. Music starts about 1:27.

You seriously expect me to forget this?

Who cares? If the adpocalypse has revealed anything, its that companies don’t want their products to be positively associated with nazis.

The Velvet Bulldozer and SRV!

Albert King and Stevie Ray?

I love dogs, and I also love cats, but...

Having a parent that either shares your interests, or at least tries, makes such a big impact on a child. I work at a FLGS, and it really warms my heart when grandparents or parents come in to learn to play “Pokeemans” with their kids, even just a few times. It’s such a confidence booster for kids.

Doesn’t matter. Don’t cheat; you won’t have the problem.