I’ve seen $kaycog work absolute, transformative magic on some of the homeliest cars.

Had a friend whose Le Car shifter came off. It literally left him just sitting there with his stick in his hand.

I accepted the Rick Manley Challenge, and just asked your fellow St. Louis-area resident Rick Manley about this.

Down, boy. DOWN.

Down, boy. DOWN.

So, they were drunk off their asses?

My high school football coach/shop teacher (RIP, Mr. Garrison) drove a sweet red Chevette.

Nice. Niiiice.

This is exactly the kind of dipshit logic you find from people criticizing other people’s parenting. “My nephew is a 10 year old, so I’m a hyper-qualified expert on all 10 year olds and what is best for them.”

You have mad skills. Mad cow skills, even.

I am 100% okay with this gentleman and his cats.

This thing’s existence makes this a better world.

Attaboy.

Those are numbers. I’m talking about the corporate response.

Miss Rimmer sounds like fun.

Heck yeah! But not ‘til the third try.

Reminds me of your mom.

Affluenza.

Can we get a Truck Yeah! on this or something?

You try. That’s worth something. In this case, an internet star from a stranger. Don’t tell anybody where you got it.

Yes, but did you *Literally* LLOL?