Came here to post that I am glad that somebody writes this many words about the color sequence of brake and turn indicators. 

I don’t really care who drives the tow truck that takes my valueless erstwhile car to Auto Valhalla at the wrecker’s yard.

Volvo spent all that time and money trying to “design cars for women,” and I feel like they could’ve saved a bunch of effort by just making a nice, modestly stylish bracelet that contained a transponder. (Or a Broach. Or a pterodactyl...!)

Hell yes. This car knows that door mirrors are only for those who don’t full commit. All I want to do is roll around in this thing blasting “Man of Words/Man of Music” at max.

I’ve been working in the web industry for over a decade (albeit not in mass media). I’ve made scores of web videos. I always started from a script, so adding captions and posting transcriptions was easy. It was...nothing. It was already done as part of the process of making a video.

That d20 shifter rolled a crit on its attack against my heart.

Because Facebook conned media outlets into chasing video for years by reporting artificially inflated engagement numbers. Writers and editors were culled from newsrooms in favor of video production that nobody really wanted.

Would relocating interior door latches to the b-pillar (near the belt anchor point) impede emergency exits?

“C’mon. C’monnnnnnn. Turn already! I swear, someday I’m just gonna punch it right out of the barn and blow through this thing.”

Real question: if you bank a shot off the coal tender and it beats the goaltender, does that count for a point? 

Love isn’t the International Language. Hand signals for “DO SOMETHING LOUD AND AWESOME!” are the International Language.

I’ll throw some actuators on there and wire up a switch to the dash, lowrider-style. That ride can still look dope stupid, son, AND clear common traffic-control devices! All for only, say, fiii, uh...seven thousand dollars. I know you’ve got that kind of money to burn, my man.

ROCK

Precious Roy...Precious Roy...makin’ lots of suckers out of girls and boys...

This is the sound of my world shattering.

I’m 34 years old and have never seen this shit. What in the seven layers of hell...

The REALEST effin’ deal. HELL yes.

Don’t encourage this behavior!

“Gesundheit, Lord Vader!”

What...uhhhh...what was the gambling line on this-here scrimmage? Apropos of nothing at all, of course - I’m just curious.