I think the general idea of what happens is that you’re cruising along one day, minding your own business, when all of a sudden your engine explodes like Los Angeles in Independence Day.

Why stop at the clit? Why not go for a neural shunt that directly stimulates the pleasure centers of the brain? Think about it: literally mind-blowing non-stop orgasms 24/7 for everyone!

It means that every criminal out there who wants to steal a gun to either commit a crime or pawn it for drugs now knows exactly where they can find them.

Does anyone else appreciate the irony of gun owners, who likely* bought their firearm for Personal Safety Reasons, feeling less safe** as soon as strangers know there's a gun in the residence?

It's so easy to tell who the sane people are when talking about gun control. They're usually the ones saying both sides are fucking nutterbutters.

Well said. I would have been happy banning open-carry & stand your ground but the minute these morons started brandishing their guns in restaurants & stores I had enough. Jack said it best in "the departed" : "automatic weapons don't add inches to your dick. You get a life sentence for it.". These clods are hurting…

One of my great joys in life is shouting "CHICKENFUCKER" at my friends.

In addition to how crazy and wrong and illogical this is...wouldn't "reversible" abortions go against the whole "abortion = murder" thing? Since, ya know, murder isn't reversible?

Yeah, they're awful. Once we had to refuse a shipment at my workplace, because the box was literally ripped open and half-smashed, and the order included some breakable medical items (blood collection tubes, etc). We'd had issues with missing or broken items in previous shipments, and that vendor specified that if we…

Weirdest yellow has to be when this freakin' nutbar ran on track at the Britsh GP.

Do you know what's worse than being audited in a race?

Another throttle cable story. I was hooning my rally car thru the Hoosier National Forest (about 2 hours from home) when I snapped the cable. Having lots of extra wiring for the lights I simply ripped out several feet and tied it to the carb then ran it outside the engine bay, pulled it around the hood pins and back…

Just got the weirdest sense of deja vu. Creepy.

Chevy hasn't put much marketing money behind the Volt. And the dealers don't know how to sell them and don't really care to — they are more interested in selling Silverados. Then both the dealers and Chevy throw up their hands and say "see? The Volt doesn't sell." Yes, well, if you don't try hard to sell it,…

*Uh...what are you doing?

I'd like to be the devil's advocate, but these Satanists know what they're doing.

A white male in his 40s should not be hard to find in Surrey.

Ahhh Surrey. You never fail to disappoint.

If someone lights a match to see if there's any gas left in the gas can, you don't recall the gas can.