There are good bagels in Montreal.

Laughing as I picture Doug as a blue-shirt going out back to smoke, then walking over to Sonic for a cheeseburger on his lunch break (my CarMax is right next to a Sonic; you always see blue-shirts hanging out in the "seating area" right in front of the doors).

"Hi, I'm Troy McClure... you may remember me from such films as: The Warranty That Wouldn't Die and AMG Maintenance Costs: Silent But Deadly"

This looks MUCH better than the CTS-V coupe.

The Carrera GTS is an excellent machine, but I was pretty shocked at how little difference there was, price-wise between that and the GT3.

Looks like the perfect place to process cocaine, and the dreams by which it is fueled.

It would look right at home as the NARC start screen.

I already saw the trail of Afroduck.

I'm pretty satisfied about the way the new STI turned out. You can definitely see the resemblance in the nose. The rear door on the concept looks horrible, and the roofline on the production model looks much better.

That's just the way the U.S. responds to EVERY perceived threat in the past 20 years or so. Common sense and courtesy go out the window.

Well, I just got the purest of "pure" artisanal water from CVS an hour ago. This whole thing was $1. I'm such a foodie, I demand only elemental H2O.

How about a woman going to the bathroom?

We need a good attorney to scrub the poop decks of justice from stem to stern.

"Name a body part, rhyming with venous, that might be seen hanging out of the passenger side window of a brand new, head turning, Ford Fusion"

You can probably trust him to give you the straight poop.

Well, every day some young hotshot wishing to make a splash thinks he can muddle up the courts with his brown noise. He raises a stink until some old poop gives him a perch from which to scatter his legal droppings and dip his hand into the honey pot of profits.

You see what I'm getting at?