Trying Bart the daredevil. It looks HORRIBLE. not just the forced 16x9 but the lines are smoothed and blurry and it looks like shit.

I do the exact opposite; I stand up as soon as the plane takes off

Enkei BBR Competition on the EA Civic. Have been discontinued for years and are rare.

Someone’s grandma, somewhere, has these buried in the console of their early-aughts Buick Century.

Without dick waving, Lamborghini would still be only building tractors.

“I know electric cars, I make the best electric cars, they say wow, just look at those cars, my cars, and they, they are just the best, I know electric cars. No one else can do them.”- Delon Mump. (It works. Just say it all in the trump voice)

The best Halloween card grandma ever sent:

As a New Englander, I feel it’s my duty to point out that Necco Wafers are dead along with every other product made of sugar pressed together with ear wax made by the New England Confectionery Company. Rest in peace, you nasty assholes. Say hi to the Connecticut insurance industry when it joins you in Hell!

I’m imagining there must have been a lot of Toblerone’s and imported Cadbury bars to make that kind of assumption.

Well, that’s certainly one way to spin it. Another way to put it is that it was revealed that she’s a woman in a position of power who had an unethical and problematic relationship with at least one subordinate. I have no doubt that the people on this site would be clamoring for a resignation if she were a man, and I…

Oh no a lot of women on Twitter, many of whom loudly proclaim themselves feminist, are flat out saying this is simply a “consensual affair” that’s no big deal and completely brushing off the subordinate part of it and the usual argument that this creates an inherently inappropriate power imbalance. A complete reversal…

Now, I can’t think of another car that has sun visors in the rear—it’s possible some limousines might, or cars designed to chauffeur people around, but I’m just about positive there are no other two-door cars that have rear sun visors.

Here’s a non-ghost story that some might find spooky. IRL I’m a field scientist. I spend a lot of time in very remote parts of the southwest, often by myself for work. I’m also a climber and amateur naturalist. I’ve been hiking, climbing, backpacking and just basically hanging out in the woods all over north America…

I think I’ve told this story here before, but it might have been pre-Kinja, so I’ll tell it again. I’m a pretty hardcore skeptic about supernatural stuff. I went from being a Mulder in my teens to an early X-Files Scully afterwards, but I still don’t know what to make of this incident.

No I wooooouldn’t!
Shit!

This sound like something a Ghost would say to throw us off. 

Santa Rosa Screaming

Cincy Steps

Damn Bradley, I feel your pain.