Right up there with the ever-present “My taxes pay your salary” public servants love that one too. 

I’m bummed out he didn’t list Power Disk Brakes (Not Drums), Dual Tanks (Not Single Tank)

The people who decide things seem to have completely forgotten what happens when you pick a single design to fulfill very different requirements from very different users. The lessons learned during the F-111 program have been forgotten and history repeats itself. 

The BMW Vision iNext Concept is BMW's Fucking Ugly Autonomous Electric Crossover Future. 

They’re afraid of him. They’re playing a game of appeasement until he’s out of the white house. Then all those punk-ass-bitches will start to speak up and give some bullshit story about how they were always opposed to him.

That thing is cool as hell!

Fucking ambulance chasing lawyers. 

Can’t leave out the immortal suburban in this list of all time greats.

I told my sister she was nuts when she said she wanted a Murano.

Dad used to send those to my brother when he was in Iraq.

I’d have the dealership pull this shit off the car just to make sure it’s real purpose wasn’t to hide actual damage. That and just to have them take this shit off the car.

I wonder if Snoop and Seth wanna come to Mars with me.

My first truck put a smile on my face the first time I took it off road. A 1985 Dodge D-50 4x4. I had never even been off-roading before. It bounced around so bad my head hit the roof, but I was laughing like a little kid the whole time.

Which one? This one?

Don’t forget, Jaws finds love and turns good at the end.

I’ve been a James Bond fan since I was a kid. I’ve seen all the movies, loved all of ‘em even the bad ones. All except Spectre. I went to see Spectre and fell asleep in the theatre. I still don’t know how it ended.

Getting out of a C4 Corvette is at best, an awkward experience. Getting out of this car has got to be a bitch with those even higher-than-a C4's door sills.

I know a guy who just removes the fuel pump and ignition relays from his car.

I am serious... And don’t call me Shirley.