I’ll say it.
I’ll say it.
I don’t care about the sound itself, but I miss the high revs. That short-shifting is leaving as blue-balled as Orlove at a cancelled Lada festival.
Two’s company, three’s a crowd
Seriously. You know what would be cooler than a quad turbo diesel crossover? A quad turbo diesel LITERALLY ANYTHING ELSE. Minivan? Cooler. Station wagon? WAY cooler. Sedan? Cooler. Traditional SUV? Cooler (and surprisingly not done yet?) Amish buggy? Cooler albeit morally ambiguous. Mobility scooter? Let’s see how…
He’s definitely one of those guys that proves that just because you’re a “legend” (and rightfully so) it doesn’t mean you’re not also a shitbag.
This is a bad take. I would pay good money to see a horse skate sideways on a skateboard.
Also worth doing if you are venturing out by yourself, leave a detailed map for a friend or family member with your planned route and estimated return date.
“Although I got zero points for my attempt at the triple axel, in my mind I went for it,” she said, which, sure, okay.
Judges were unable to score the performance as the monkey pouch made it unclear whether the man was attempting the short or long program.
I dunno man. If the parishioners are elderly the Flex might have kind of a hearse-vibe to it.
Dammit, how am I supposed to root against an ST? How am I supposed to root against a Volvo?
Oh, a Saab 9-5 turbo you say? Last of the best Swedish brand you say? Well sign me up sir...
Hush your noise reasonable Honda people, this is a conversation for those who like their sensible shoes a little bit odd.
The intro mentions “shuttling parishioners around,” so it seems like an important question is how often does he need an accessible and roomy back seat? If the parishioners are ones who don’t drive themselves because they’re elderly, a 4-door seems essential. The Saab nails it, but the Accord Coupe is probably out…
I remember watching a clip last year from LastWeekTonight where John Oliver covered debt collectors. It IS very wild west where just about anyone could become a debt collector. To prove the point, John Oliver himself became one, purchased a bunch of medical bill debt from the Texas area, and sent it toward a…
I...knew it? He must be like their Samson. I bet if you shave it off he gets drunk off of three beers and ruins his brats.
I’m so confused by that mustache. I want to say it’s a Wisconsin mustache, but this man is not fat enough to be from Wisconsin. It’s the uncanny valley of Wisconsin man in the Olympics, and I don’t like it one bit.
nutsackré bleu!
You taking your wagon to autocross?
Oh, you aren’t even buying one?
I’ll take mine with the open sky roof, please.