Right there with you. I’m 40, and I can’t wait to hang up the grind and tour the country behind the wheel of one of these.

I know a guy who absolutely loves D2. Tons of fun. He’s my son, and he’s 13. My hope as a father and member of society is that by the time he is old enough to be enraged by a video game economy and blog about it he has moved on to more adult past times like women and real life economic pursuits.

Uber? I barely even know her.

Sometimes I feel like I have too much time on my hands, but holy hell, these guys...

I, uh, assume you are correct, so have a star on me.

To get to the... GODDAMMIT!

Nicely done, sir.

If you look closely enough, you can almost make out the V.

Seems the easiest answer is to get out of Brazil. It’s a shame and all, but there’s a really good reason why there is no USGP in the south side of Chicago, too.

Something something bomb pop.

What can brown do for you? To you, whatever.

With the look that says, “Get over here. Now.”

Poetry, my friend.

Heh. Whack-ass.

This one needs more love.

Crap. After reading the headline, I was hoping for cargo floor rollers.

How long til this bad boy shows up in the Adam and Eve catalog?

There’s no winning with these people. They’ll “what if” you to death.

“Cultural insensitivity?”

You mean ripping apart on the open road? I think that’s mostly what Maseratises (the fuck is a plural Maserati?) are known for.