Is it louder than Satan farting Anvils into a Dumpster?

2 fingers of Scotch during the 4pm daily wrap-up.

“Your manufacturer is your mother’s maiden name, your curb weight is the last 4 digits of your social security number, your horsepower is the 3 digits on the back of your credit card, and your chassis design is determined by your last three utility bills (please upload here).”

Where does a breakfast Hot Pocket fit in? OOH it’s a pseudo-sandwich so... France, however, OTOH it’s also undeniably an American “innovation”.

excuse me. just to clarify. the joke is...that this grown, adult human...licks a toilet seat. in an airplane. and that is the prank they're playing on humanity? do they know...that they had to lick an airplane toilet seat to do this prank? and that it's on the internet so when their 15 minutes are done and they need…

AHHHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSSSS

There’s a restaurant in Columbus, Texas, with the most FANTASTIC buttermilk pie. Whenever we’re traveling between Houston and Austin, we make a point to stop and get a slice. 

Awfully similar to buttermilk pie, a staple from my po-white-trash Southern childhood.

Not to throw a wet blanket on everything, but this is one area where you really need to know your food’s source.

The best video conferences are audio-only.

People who actually live on the border want neither the wall nor Trump.

You never get it out. I remember when I was a kid and a friend of mine was in the car. He went quiet, and after a while my mum asked him if he was feeling OK - the answer was a shake of the head, which evidently exacerbated the issue, because the next thing he did was throw up straight into the window. The splashback…

The last time my kid got sick in the car, I handed her the small cooler bag I used to take my lunches to work. The bag died a noble death so that I would not have to smell barf in my car.

This is how we rocked it in our 89 grand Marquis wagon. My dad even built a table between the seats that me and my sister played cards on. Looking back probably not a great idea with lap belts

I think my Aunt and Uncle had to burn their Chevy wagon after our trip to Maine. I told them I can’t ride backward, so they were warned.

Ah yes. The rear-facing Barf Bench. Only slightly better than the rear-facing jump seats in the Subaru Brat which also exposed you to the elements.

I’m fairly motion sickness prone, and was a child in the 70's so plenty of car pooling was done in wagons with rear facing seats, and I don’t remember ever getting sick sitting in one.

Despite my first comment, this was my actual thought.

Front facing, ‘cause motion sickness.

Nothing. I’d just sit around until the golden parachute kicks in and then bail. For goodness sake, how many final last chances does Harley get? Just let them, and their whole poisonous cult, die.