Heard you talkin’ shit. You got a problem with deer? You a deerist? Don’t think you can’t catch no hands just because we’re all hooves. We don’t need to go home. We can settle this beef right here, homie.
Late last month on Memorial Day, I bent down into my mini-fridge and felt a sharp pain in my left leg. Another sharp pain appeared in my right leg. Moments later, I couldn’t stand up anymore.
Sedans are being eliminated. Sports cars are next. If it ain’t an AWD blob tank, it’s irrelevant. Its so bad, the Camry has to pretend to be a sports car to remain relevant.
I don’t get to unsee this, so you don’t either.
Looks like Earth is tired of our shit and plans to freeze us to death tonight. It’s been real, guys.
I have two questions. 1) Why is that guy who wrote the DaVinci code naming BMWs now? 2) The one I saw today (not this one) had vibrating exhaust. Not in a “grr I’m an aggressive fast car!” way. More in an ‘uhh oh, I’m about to fall off’ way. It was jalopy level vibration and the thing looked like new. So, uhh....is…
This may be a bad omen.
Humanity has gone too far.
Working the club tonight. It’s stripper friday. R-rated things are happening. AMA, but no SR20s, obviously.
Two driver’s consoles? Outside view mirrors inside? iPad eating glove box? What 2018 luxury car has this nightmare layout, and who’s feet are narrow enough not to mash both the brake and the gas?