Careful who you fuck well.

The idea of a quality ho-jo while going down to Portland is reason enough for self-driving cars.

The day I sold my 1971 Challenger, Oct. 16, 1991. And not speaking-up when my first wife bought a new 2005 Beetle Cabrio Turbo. That car was pure anti-fahrvergnugen.

Who says the Trump campaign doesn’t have a ground game?

This couple will be taking a detour from that sweet life of privilege.

I know! Almost everyone I have met has been a hard core right-winger. Weird.

Remember this? http://abcnews.go.com/Business/cfo-f…

I have a good friend who belongs to a Westie death-cult here in West Seattle, and those fuckers are nuts! This guy started with Amazon when all they sold was books, so he could afford a tricked-out V-Class. But these guys just love these 30 year old fart-aquariums so much. I love that his wife bought a 2015 GLS 450…

Portland is one paycheck away from living in a 1993 Plymouth Voyager.

My lovely wife, who is an attorney, said that a friend of hers who has a family law practice in Los Angeles, says that rich men 55 and over are all getting very expensive divorces. She said that lot of them are loading up on Cialis and 29 year olds and are having to sell the toys.

I think Martin Blank is coming out of retirement.

All I can think of is Pelvic inflammatory disease. I am a terrible person.

I always think back to my first new car out of college, a 1990 Suzuki Swift sedan. It had a 1.3 with a slush box and the sex appeal of Wallace Shawn selling time shares in the nude. But that fucking thing was reliable. Jesus Christ could come out of the sky on the back of a flaming mule, smite the earth, and five…

He completely blows the intersection, then honks at the skater as he was legally using the crosswalk. He was lucky that all he had was a broken windshield. http://community.seattletimes.nwsource.com/archive/?date=…

This.

...a hood made of ham makes me horny.

I love you.

I would totally eat that.