I’d be awake reading a book and AngryExWife would snort-snore herself awake, think it was me, and kick me in the nuts.

Do people think they deserve a free car because their financing fell through? Unless the dealer forged the loan application, this is 100% the fault of the buyer or the bank. The only alternative the dealer has is to hold the vehicle until the loan is funded.

No title = parts car.

Maybe it was an accident (or autopilot malfunction) and his wife is trying to frame him for murder.

I watched a couple seasons of Farscape and there was no sex, just the human man chasing the alien woman while she acted like a total bitch back to him. This is supposed to be science fiction, not reality. It’s supposed to be like Captain Kirk laying the moves on some green skinned alien hottie.

Draining engine oil with a vacuum isn’t going to flush out any of the junk on the bottom of the oil pan. Not even Jiffy Lube or Pep Boys use those.

If the house is on a well, get a sample yourself and have it tested (following the test kit’s instructions). In my state, the water test is the sellers responsibility. And there’s nothing stopping the seller collecting the sample from a bottle of water instead of the sink. Which they do.

I’m pretty sure “rolling up a window” goes back another generation to flexible windows you’d roll in your hands and tie to the door. Like on a Jeep with a soft top.

I use a derivative of the Pile method. When things get really bad, I retrieve my huge push broom from the garage. Then I start at one and of the house and sweep EVERYTHING into one pile. Toys. Clothes. Dishes. Shoes. Counter tops. Everything that isn’t furniture. Then I grab a garbage can and clothes basket and attack…

This.

I can’t imagine being the person who has to repair the engine.

Democrats are not interested in governing and only exist to enrich their overlords and keep the rubes riled up to vote for them.

“It belongs in a museum.”

I am always very careful with rental cars for all the reasons you mention, and my Mother taught me to take care of other people’s things when I borrow them.

I dig in my heels when somebody tries to pressure me - which is the #1 tactic of car dealers (and ex wives). Once I had to threaten to call the police when a sales manager physically blocked the exit door.

I read something once that determined how many times you’d need to reuse a reusable bag to make up for the extra plastic, and it was several hundred times. So we’re better off staying with single use.

I once fit a 42" plasma TV under the rear hatch of a C4 Corvette. It fit so well that if I’d powered if from an inverter it would have looked like something from Pimp My Ride.

Just looks like rattle can primer to me.