“Shaking the rocket” is the Euphemism of the Year for 2025.

Or Rockit by Herbie Hancock. 

If this story isn’t a metaphor for our future, I don’t know what is...

We’re approaching Maximum Overdrive more and more each day.

The deer would lick up all the salt and become dill flavored, so we would have lots of dill-does 

Doesn’t a replacement imply they had one in the first place?

See the court case Finders v Keepers.

I’m sure the Trump campaign was unaware.

They’ll probably claim Olivia Flores was resisting arrest by dying.

How can you know whether a Camaro has been repaired properly if you don’t drive it like an aggressive a-hole on public roads?

God I wish I was so rich in time and money that my only apparent concern was getting my stupid shiny truck to work. 

An owner called it “mostly waterproof,”

It’s not terribly surprising that some Tesla fanboys are also turd polishing enthusiasts.

Why stop at polishing? They should curve them too and turn the car into a rolling Archimedes death ray

Please please please be sooner than ten years, but if it takes ten years, I’ll wait.

The “check engine” light should be renamed “check emissions” because most of the faults are emissions related. A blinking check engine light indicates a misfire, which could be a bigger problem. But a solid check engine light isn’t an emergency. A cheap code reader is always good to have handy.

Reminded me of the time my brother saw the oil light go on in the car he drove but I owned. He decided it was so important he sped home so I could take a look at the problem.

Eh, only if it’s blinking....

That sales guy in the dealer-branded polo shirt and khakis with a crease so sharp you could slice bread with it?