You REALLY have to be an asshole to get me to side with the ad agency.
We were intending to buy some F-35s years ago but you still haven’t got them right. Where’s our planes, dammit.
If you’d ever come face to face with a pissed off goose, you wouldn’t be laughing. Those fuckers are mean.
“Trump has no ties with Russia”
‘fuck it, it’s not worth it.’
Just as long as my precious bodily fluids are kept intact.
I read this humming “We’ll meet again”
See this is amateur hour stuff. Everyone knows you have to stuff some rebar in there first or it’s just going to crack when it gets cold.
The practice is a holdover from Soviet car culture, when filling your car with concrete was considered a highly desirable aftermarket interior upgrade.
Sometimes it was “No NO NOO! Don’t hit us!” since it looked like we would constantly be rear ended at times. That actually happened once while a friend and I were back there.
It’s the only time I’ve heard my mother swear. She is the most polite Southern woman you’ll ever meet. All it was was a delicate “Well, shit.” I…
Toyota Previa, AWD *Supercharged* - Egg in Space!
Uh, hello?
One small step for Man, one gigantic laugh for alienkind.
Not in here, mister! This is a Mercedes!
Ford Taurus wagon because rear facing seats. If you were moving faster than light when your mom is driving, you could play with your Game Boy and watch the Earth go back in time. Maybe. Possibly?
Can I get Stephen Hawking to help me out on this one?
Pfft. Been done.
You requested the Space Cruiser be brought around to the front, sir?