This children, is a redneck mating ritual.

That bonnet is giving me envy, or inadequacy issues, or something... Seriously, what's under there, V12?

If only he wore the right tie pin, then the struggle would be over.

This is giving me anxiety attacks.

Don't worry, average car in Europe isn't nowhere near 250-300hp, more like 100-150hp.

Maybe you haven't found the right kind yet..? For I can attest, there is much variety.

PS: Orange juice, does not come with ice, you're not getting it. No.

Hold yer seahorses! Considering it's an experimental ship. I'm 90% sure there's gonna be a; "must dismantle and scrap" clause, in the contract, just like in the case of the Sea Shadow.

Could someone please explain to me, what's up with the bloggerspeak.. or maybe it's an American thing, that causes the replacing adjectives with nouns disorder?

While, I haven't actually driven it, I can't wait for the upcoming GT version, and eventually, hopefully, maybe even a Sport.

Tushek & Spiegel TS600

GT whut..?

Gorgeous brick.

Still no flying cars!

That's just a criminally awful solution right there...

What's a Fiat-Abarth?

Thank you for introducing me to the new realities of my own body. It's really not a matter of penis, or it's size. It's the rest of me that takes up the space. Insisting that everyone takes up the only their allocated space, and all of their allocated space would be great, if no one ever deviated from the average.
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Comfort, what's that? I'm 6'4'' in Americanspeak. I don't have a choice. My shoulder inevitably invades the seat by my side. And the length of my thighs is often longer then the distance to the seat in front. Short of dislocation and permanent mangling of myself, reducing someone else's comfort is the only solution I…

No. Just no. If I try to normally sit on a bus I have knees pressed into the back of the seat in front of me. Seats are build to accommodate you. Not me! I just don't fit into a seat. My legs either take up space in front of me, or to the sides, and as a tall man with thick thighs, I can tell you, to the sides is much…

He didn't close the airport, the whimpering ninnies did, they could have chosen to exercise a modicum common sense; check his luggage and then move on with their lives, but I'm sure that would have been against code B-27c section 9 of their rules and regulations...