Like a happy doggo who doesn’t know his own size bounding out of the car to greet you, who he has not seen for at least an hour. That jag just wants to play. 

Pent up demand. 

Let’s not elevate Cruz to the level of a fat wolverine (x-men or otherwise). Either form of a pudgy wolverine would be 100 times better than Ted. And more useful. 

Every Auntie’s is a drive-thru if you’re brave and skilled enough.

Frunk capacity should be measured in Torchinskies.

Frunk capacity should be measured in Torchinskies.

To dream of the glorious day when some shit-post on by a wise-ass on Jalopnik (me) is cited by Ben Shapiro as a fact that doesn’t care about your feelings.

Of course the guy in the passenger seat wasn’t driving. That’s ridiculous. It was a remote control truck. Kamala was really driving it from her desk in the Oval Office.

This will be a bylaw requirement in several Massachusetts town by next spring.

Antique roller blades

Pour one out for the servers who will no doubt be required to say “You certainly made that disappear like magic.” or some such whenever someone eats all their food.

Isn’t he that actor from NewsRadio? 

Shouldn’t a Hulk cocktail involve muddling? I mean, Hulk smash. At least bruise a cucumber or something. 

A 9,000 pound truck with a 3-second 0-60? What could go wrong? 

While we’re at it, let’s bring back the horses. My carriage rides haven’t felt the same without them. They need jobs too. A horse and driver should be required for every self-driving car. What are we, peasants? 

I’ve been married long enough to smile politely and step away from this disagreement. 

If I stance it, does the “Wilderness” logo fall off? 

I kind of feel safer with him “driving” from the back seat and not being at the wheel while posting to Instagram, texting, podcasting and recording a TikTok video.

OK, but what if you put the blockchain in your car and disrupt a market? Then even if you’re losing money quarterly, you’re making money with the equity build up. Unless you’re short. Then you can suck it.