
Go to 55:20. Nothing better.
Go to 55:20. Nothing better.
No, it's really fucking easy to tell.
The fact that she can't laugh at herself tells me everything I need to know about how stuck up she is.
Good joke or bad, I have absolutely no patience for people who can't laugh at themselves. Especially highly paid sports figures who earn millions of dollars for doing — lets be honest — nothing of any real consequence.
That thing's got a hell of a set of lungs.
And this is a death Metal Rooster!
Yep, that's how boats talk. One hundred percent.
just stop.
I have a considerable amount of disgust for American police departments that put foreign cars into service. I'm not xenophobic, but support your own fucking automakers.
Oh no I spilled my mochalattefrappabuttplug!
I'm guessing a Prius is all you need to chase down those troublesome hipsters on fixies, no?
Man, I really wanna like this car. A V10 Crown Vic is as Jalop as it can get without being painted brown, being a wagon, having a manual and being a diesel. I don't wanna downvote this car.
Good thing people can't get cable in repurposed refrigerator boxes or else somebody might have seen this.