The “pizza is like sex” joke comes to mind. Paraphrasing: “Baseball is like sex. When it’s good, it’s really good, but even when it’s bad it’s still pretty good.”

My dad had a Topaz that was beige inside and out.

I never heard of this car until a month or so ago when I saw one near my parents’ house. After googling it I’ve been inundated by ads for it on used car sites/eBay. It’s an interesting car for sure.

Us MINI Coupe and Roadster owners get one too:

Something tells me it’s been a long time since that last happened.

All that pointing at people and raising his fist drive me nuts.

Can you see him apologizing for something like that? Even if he did, it would be meaningless.

I’m not not licking toads.

Still. There.

I wish I never had.

My surely unpopular opinion is that the song is the best part of the movie.

MINI is going back towards providing more information next to the tach:

This is the kind of filth I have no problem being locked up for the rest of his life with zero parole.

It’s a bit, just a bit, too shiny.

“Inside the fans, seated beneath strobe lights as if they were about to be sold a timeshare by a Daft Punk cover band, are into it.”

The other one.

Good point.

It can also be an eyesore. A few years ago some kids died near a import company’s parking lot (near a river bank—the kids drowned) not far from where I live. Their friends set up a memorial of candles, stuffed toys and the like and it didn’t take long for the rather large pile of items to get smashed flat by the…