Ken’s Steakhouse Russian Dressing. (Not that insipid thousand island.) So thick and rich. 

My sister wants to look at a 2010 Corolla with 67K for $11,800 at a local dealer. KBB values it at $8,700 private party, tops. And I’m sure the dealer won’t budge on the price.

Camp David accords, junior.  Egypt gets aid too.  Google it

Hot roast beef and hot turkey sandwiches using government surplus canned commodities. Better than you’d suspect.

Our district served soy burgers. This was the 60s and 70s, so they weren’t even close to the better quality ones of today.

It’s just a show.

Yeah, I should have predicted the Oceans 11 heist ending from the foreshadowing, but I was too amused to notice that was were it was leading.

I knew I guy who had a Concorde and I thought it looked like a UFO. He had the top trim line because he was rich through the landfill he owned and some handy political corruption.

“Tune-ups.”  The traditional tune-up is not necessary.  You take care of fluids and filters and you’re fine until you hit 100,000 miles.

Even giving out one of those small Reese’s cups are worth more than giving out six of any of these things.

“Time’s Up for everyone except for our political allies.”

I had a 74 Toyota Celica with the interlock. When I bought the car it didn’t work. So I’d have to open the hood and press a bypass button.

Those pics of Turkey are gorgeous.  We in the west rarely see more of that country than Istanbul.  It’s like foreigners thinking the US is just NYC.

There’s a Cutlass down the street from us that has old Cragers, rust all across the edges of the rear fenders, the original malarial yellow paint job, and a PA classic/antique car license plate.

Rechts Fahren!  Immer!

The classic White Van Scam, but with meat instead of speakers.

More useful as a buttplug.

Any other good recommendations out there?

I would do just about anything to get my SO off of sugary drinks

“Wellness.”  The most vague term ever invented for profit.