...the need to replace (or add) second syllables in (or to create) a two-syllable word/name with -y.

Wow, your folks were fancy! My parents couldn’t afford the wagon with the third row seat. so we just sat in the open back area. And it was GREAT.

I spent a good portion of my childhood flopping around the cavernous back area of my parents’ gigantic 60s station wagons on long trips. I would play GI Joes. Hell I even set up my Hot Wheels track a couple times. Still alive.

Do “big satisfying salads” also have nicknames?

We bought a Windstar in ‘98 and I went from being appalled by it to not wanting to sell it 15 years later. It was so practical, and since it was a minivan I didn’t care what it looked like so I didn’t worry about dings and scratches. I hauled furniture, appliances, lumber, made landfill runs, and fit everyone to go…

My in-laws gave us their 2005 Saturn Vue because MiL has early Alzheimers and last time she drove she scraped the shit out of both sides and didn’t remember what happened. It’s ugly to begin with, and now it’s all dinged up, and it’s slow as molasses. But it only had 40K miles on it, so it’s now our everyday beater.…

Yeah, it was weird... he just lost his enthusiasm for cars. My Father in Law was exactly the same. Guy drag-raced a pre-war Willy’s, and street-raced a couple of Impala SS in the 60s. By the time I met him he was selling his ‘80 El Dorado and has since driven a Chevy Celebrity, a couple of Saturns, a PT Cruiser,…

When I was in college I had a really nice ‘76 Monte Carlo and smacked it up pretty good in a collision. Repair were gonna be pricey so after a year I was thrilled to find a ‘74 with a blown motor for $150. My buddy did the engine swap for beer and the wheels off the ‘76.

My Dad lost the zest for cars somehow. I’ve seen pictures of him and his friends growing up in Brooklyn with all kinds of sick 50s hot rods, giant convertibles, and a gorgeous turquoise ‘65 Galaxie he sold when I was a baby because the big block got terrible mileage and gas had gone over 50 cents a gallon.

You know what? Drunk people aren’t making good decisions and at least warrant some sympathy. This guy? Zero.

Those cultures are garbage and should be shunned.

Meh, I own it. I laughed my ass off when I heard this and laughed harder at the video. Fuck this guy and his family, fuck every asshole who pays to see such barbarism, fuck that shitty culture with their smelly fishy food, and fuck everyone whining about my enjoyment of this great karmic event.

FBI is unreliable, and the SPLC doesn’t have an agenda.

Hahaha, good luck with your whistle and telling the attackers “Wait, one at a time” or “Don’t come at me from that angle, they didn’t cover that at the Y”.

A cylinder on my sister’s really nice 2002 Accord coupe (that she just had repainted) went bad. So after repairing it she decided she needed a new car. I implored her to re-think this as the car was otherwise really nice, and she is not in a good financial position. She trotted out twin pillars of stupidity: “There…

My Mom’s cat would eat cigarette butts out of ashtrays. We had to rush to empty them as soon as company left. Whatever he didn’t eat he would dump out and roll around in. I once watched him hold a Kool butt between his front paws and rub it all over his face with what I can only describe as an ecsatic grin.

My wife bought a 24-pack of Green Apple flavor. “Ooh, a new flavor, let’s try it.” Me: “It’s gonna be awful and you don’t ‘try’ 24 of anything”.

We spent about $75 on an electric drinking fountain for the cat. He’s used it like twice. He gets most of his drinking done licking the shower walls, sticking his head under the faucet if you don’t turn it off fast enough, occasional happy hours at the toilet, and any unguarded glasses.

Our dog ate a 2-1/2 lb London Broil that was meant to be dinner for the entire family of 6 one time.

Yeah, no one was talking about race relations before Colin’s brave gesture and hilarious hair.