Mmm... oysters...

Since that’s a Honda, we can safely assume those were all metric bolts.

“But muh terrorists!”

I stopped flying in 2010 when the nude-scanners came online. Every article I read about how bad it has gotten makes me glad that I just don’t fly anymore. I really used to like flying but I like my dignity more. Fuck the TSA, it’s embarrassing that they’re even allowed to exist in this country... It’s a sad comment…

I’ve gotten so many remarks for getting the EB but whatever man

I really want the EcoBoost... V8s are cool, but a better-balanced, lighter weight Mustang that makes choo-choo noises just makes me feel things.

That’s what happens when this is your marketing consultant:

Why did they make this ad? Like... I don’t think that advertising the rolling capability of your car is a good thing.

I think you mean it bottles your mind. Also, I’d rather walk than drive a Frontier.

Had to scroll up and re-watch. I didn’t even notice it the first time around.

“I must go, my people need me” - That bright blue bin.

Well what the hell else are you supposed to do on Sunday?

Toronto - semi auto related

“Our Love is Offside”

“The Ice That Binds.”
Hmmm...
“Hearts on Ice.”
I’ll need to find that studio that does all the bad artwork for paperback romance novels, see if they can work an ice-rink into the background.

OK so get started on the novel because I would read THE HELL out of this.

I kinda want to see a situation where two players marry each other, but they’re on different teams, and then those teams meet in the playoffs.

Half the NHL got married yesterday. Not to each other, to be clear, not that there’s anything wrong with that.

“Hey, that’s my trick! Do you know who my father is? You are so sued, buddy!”