Dozens of snakes dumped in Arkansas Walmart parking lot.
If there’s money in it, investors want to invest in it. Here’s an article confirming as much (I noticed the logo first, then quickly researched it):
This potentially changes everything. Nikola Motors probably just shat their pants, BTW.
“Oh yes, the skies are friendly, but you didn’t make it to the sky, did you, Doc? Look out that window. Does it appear that this plane is flying to you? This is the ground, bitch, and you have something I want: that seat. Give it up. Or I’ll have Dwight and Simon here rough you up and take that seat from you.”
So the other day, I realized that my right front tire sounded like it was replaced by a Mickey Thompson Super Swamper (a LOT of road noise), so I took it to the same mechanic that burned down my truck 1.5 years ago to figure out what’s wrong. That’s where the lid to the Pandora’s Box swung wide open.
ALL HAIL BRT!!
Delivered 2.5 hours ago off a cargo truck. Brand spanking new, the plastic is still on the driver’s seat. Even the owner of the Maserati had to give props.
And watch your back.
...a CNBC reporter calls this car a “Bentley”:
Sitting on the patio with friends at a bar for Mardi Gras. There’s a band playing out here, not even singing Zydeco. There are pieces of napkins in my ears because the PA is too hot, and my eardrums are having fits when the sax player hits high notes.
So, my buddy Al is currently on the phone with me explaining what just happened to his car. Apparently, the back end of long gooseneck trailers kick out when the truck towing them turns! WHO KNEW?!
Read this article written by two high end NBC Producers and the guy that used to run Gawker’s Phase Zero. You know, ACTUAL JOURNALISTIC EXPERTS IN GLOBAL MILITARY MATTERS. Scared of that Red spy ship near Connecticut? Planes buzzing a US Navy ship? CRUISE MISSILES?!?!
Nature: Consider this a warning, FUCK YOU.
Watching and waiting for this car’s details to roll out has been excruciating, hasn’t it? A hint here, a cryptic license plate there... Come down the rabbit hole with me for a second, as I might have cracked this engine enigma.
You have ten minutes. Ask me anything. ETA: I’m out. Goodnight.
STAY ON YOUR SIDE OF THE LINE, ASSHOLE!!! Also, an honorable mention to the guy who honked at me to cross three lanes of traffic with cars whipping by at 55 MPH. I drive a Cadillac, not an Abrams tank.
View of the Vegas Strip from the Foundation Room at the Mandalay Bay. Fun bar, get bottle service, otherwise it’s crowded and hard to get a drink.