Wild_Horse_of_the_Osage
Wild_Horse_of_the_Osage
Wild_Horse_of_the_Osage

@Tanshanomi: While I salute and admire your loyalty and defiance, I have to disagree with you on the wheel arches. This is the wrong vehicle for them - they look fine on a Jeep, but don't belong here. It's like seeing a very beautiful woman with unibrow.

I totally forgot about this gem too - an Acer netbook with a Ferrari badge. I know it's not a car, but this has to be on the list somehow.

How about the 1985 Cadillac Seville. All that class with a flat ass.

The horrible car bra - so hip in the 80's.

It's alive! It's alive!

@dmz94: That's just brilliant, as those limey bastards would say.

Bob Gibson - the surliest bastard to ever throw a pitch. God, I love that baseball era.

No chance at bonus meat, which is so depressing.

The resulting counter-punch being readied by the sphinxlike British pugilist surely knocked the Argie flailer right onto the pitch.

3 to 1 that this guy is a former Somoza National Guardsman

@UweBollocks: Come on Spoiler, you're English - Mean Machine Angel solves all his problems that way (especially when his dial is on 4).

I have to call bullshit on this "30-40 planes per day" thing. The Japanese battleship Musashi sank after being hit by 17 bombs and 19 torpedoes, and she displaced 70,000+ tons and had 9 inch thick deck armor and 16 inch thick armor at the waterline. This thing would have been a sitting duck to aircraft.

@Juancho: To the best of my memory, the only time Huggs ever shat himself while drunk wasn't on the court - it was behind the wheel.

Hell, Michigan is still waiting word on an offer made to "Beelzebud" Selig a few years ago.

...said Canseco, wearing cowboy boots, designer jeans, a dark shirt and a sequined jacket outside the Capitol Hill courthouse...

I think I'd have to have a 1966 Crown Imperial 4-door, possibly a limousine.

McCarthy had been on a Rocky Balboa-esque training regime

We hit up bars in France and I'm the cool colonel who lets his men smoke weed in the barracks.

Jorts, Tits, Cocks, Crowds, Mud, and Trash - Indy 500, 1979-80: A Retrospective