Those poor tires. Any car gains 10 cool points when it's sideways.
I'd ask how many seeds were planned for the tourney, but that'd probably be misconstrued.
I think she (the Sports Gal) just dictates some of the column to him or something. Either that or the whole "you become more like your spouse the longer you're togther" thing has just gone to a whole new level.
To be fair, he probably figured that anything that had come in contact with Pujols would make him age prematurely in some fashion.
Best car to ever resemble the Ambiguously Gay Duo's ride.
Walk it off, walk it off.
This of course assumes that I make an obscene amount of money in the next five years: Audi R8 with the race-derived V12 TDI. Bruce und efficiency, together at last.
Incredibly well written Davey. Kudos for bringing some humanity to the villains of this story.
Note to self: if ever appearing on a vlog, wear shoes.
Every time I think I've heard the most ridiculous chapeter in this sad story, something even more appalling happens. Lock this bastard up for life. In Federal Pound Me In The Ass Prison.
For fuck's sake. The lawsuits that are now completely inevitable will probably prevent the Gumball from ever happening again. Good riddance; the whole gag was done from the moment they let the Jackass boys in.
ACTING!
If they take the level of equipment upscale somewhat, only then will they have a definable niche that they can market to. If the Scirocco is the Infiniti G35 coupe to the R32's 350Z, then they've got a chance. Otherwise, they're just going to cannibalize the hell out of their own sales.
It would've been a lot more fun if he'd clipped one of the studs with his shoulder.
I can totally understand how this is demeaning to the sheep. That sheep didn't ask to be hauled out of its field and thrown about like a sack of potatoes. It now probably bears emotional scars that it will carry for the rest of its short life. Not to mention that it will probably end up on a plate as "mutton"…
Cleanup on aisle 4. I believe I've had a spill.
Go with the Buick. God knows there won't be another Buke in the Fantasy Garage.
Well put, Will.