Drop it in the water tank. It’s the coffee equivalent of an Upper Decker.

You’re just opening the door for some hot “If they’re using a Keurig they won’t even notice!!!” takes.

Per Djoos top ten or GTFO.

“No door to smash my girl’s head against? CP.”

Fender hash marks work on pretty much any car.

Package details would include a white line under the grille and a domelight that rattled.

It’s probably today, but a KMart parking lot.

It’s never mutual. NEVER.

I’ve always liked the look. It’s a lame, boxy hatchback, but something about the dimensions and proportions always looked good to me.

My wife’s grandparents did the “mom/dad” thing with each other, and now she’s taken to calling me “dad” in front of the kids instead of using my name. I don’t like it but have to avoid making some sort of “your grandparents were wrong!” moment, so I just grit my teeth and move on.

Or Rupert Pupkin.

Just got passed by a Demon like the silver one from the Vin Diesel video, and the flares had visible fasteners (screws?). Looked good, sounded great. Too much traffic to catch up, but even ten cars back with the windows up and radio on I could hear when he accelerated.

Math don’t lie.

Yeah, that fender flare looks like a JC Whitney plastic stick-on part.

I get that these people are upset with Goldman Sachs, but yelling at employees about the gloves they wear or the possible thread count of their sheets just seems petty.

Tip Of The Hat to Betsy DeVos!

She’s not wrong. I mean, what would you do if this fella showed up at recess?

“There’s a fly on my pizza!”

Two countries, a river, and a coney place.

“Yeah, Cko... we need to have a talk about your understanding of time zones...”