Whatever, my car kills mannequins all the time.
Whatever, my car kills mannequins all the time.
Against my better judgement, I read every one. All it did was dredge up every awkward teenage interaction I ever had with girls I liked, and now I have a desire to get overwhelmingly drunk.
I cannot read this.
The Tuthill Porsche 911 R-GT rally car is out and testing for next week's Monte Carlo Rally and I have already died…
Me: Quick, get an ambulance to Deadspin headquarters, Barry Petchesky has a major concussion!
Is this the first Jalopnik question where the correct answer is "an automatic..."? Say it aint so!
Like, why the fuck would she leave her couch there?
I promised Tommy I'd never tell this story, but fuck it. What's he going to do, ban my account? Oh gee, how will I ever get a new one?
I think hill start assist should be on this list...