Prophet-of-hoon
Prophet of hoon
Prophet-of-hoon

I hear your point, and there is support for it, however, I think that NASCAR is nothing more then evidence of a society on its way to the bottom. I honestly haven’t seen anything in NASCAR which wouldn’t have a direct tie to the Romans in their chariots - who eventually simply dispensed with the pre-game races went

Single-most-shameful? Name one race where NASCAR has reaffirmed your faith in humanity.

labour? you’re not from around here, are you? matter of fact, you seem pretty forgiving for what is a hanging offense. Are you two in cahoots? Seems to me there will be a need for two ropes.

convenient, ain’t it?

Because Hillary would kill you for saying anything different.

We know why that naked guy was walking towards it. He left disappointed as well.

What the hell were you doing in the ‘feel-good’ section of reddit?

Cynical me thought “this is the only way their leech relatives were going to get the car done so that they could inherit something valuable.”

I think your memory needs a reboot. If the V8 was sleeping, you might get him all the way to the other side of the crosswalk. Then your Celica would become an acileC. That’s presuming you managed to stir the shifter and find the correct next gear. I’ve seen horoscopes with better accuracy.

The difference between 2wd and 4 wd is 10 feet plus a 20 mile hike.

Then you can blame the mechanic when your tire is .5 lbs low and you got your doors sucked off by some guy in gold chains and a Corvette.

why? you bought it knowing that was the case.... it’s not like they sent you a letter demanding you repaint your car.

I say it’s a double shot of depression. 1) his wife dictates his driving choices, and 2) they’re both Maximas.

So you’re that jackass I followed to work in the clapped out Maxima. Dude, spend a bit of that bonus...

Love the cynicism, but you’re running smack into people who think they matter.

The mark of someone who convinced their girlfriend to pose with his car. She made the decision because it was those shoes that bought her willingness to look like a tramp on a focus, which, since those shoes show an amazing lack of taste, is kind of what she is.

#cotd

A counterpoint is that no longer do I have to hear that I don’t keep in touch with people I’d rather never see again. With FB, I can say “oh yeah, that so-n-so did that” and then continue my blissful existence of never seeing them.

There is so much to like about irritating those wave-happy Heep drivers. All the stars for you!

Doesn’t exist.