They’re actually looking through his crotch, at his wallet in his back pocket. Like Superman, except hoes. I believe the prophet Soulja Boy wrote of this
They’re actually looking through his crotch, at his wallet in his back pocket. Like Superman, except hoes. I believe the prophet Soulja Boy wrote of this
How can we, the mere common clay of humanity, possibly laugh at the evolved superbeings intelligent enough to really “get” Rick & Morty to the point in which they spend thousands on 15 cents worth of subpar sauce?
Definitely not the proper way to “Escape” the situation.
Is that a Harrison Ford Falcon?
Of course not. It’s a car.
pretty sure that’s a Saturn
Once you reach a certain age, pitching a tent gets harder and harder.
Millennial here. Also not too fond of millennials.
He’s an Inspiron to us all
I’d just like to point out that I greatly dislike the term “Frunk.” I much prefer the combination of the British-sourced “Boot” with the common “Front” for the delightful “Froot.”
You’re forgetting the best part: this thing would have heritage and access to the best car name of all time!
Honda in the United States now sells a fastback Accord and an NSX. WHAT YEAR IS IT?
I found it oddly satisfying. Like this video:
Hmm? What are you seeing?
Personally I’m tired of people attacking interracial relationships. I hated when Jill Scott did it several years ago and I hate it now. Because underneath the rant about interracial relationships is the hatred of biracial people. We get it, you don’t think we should exist.
It may not be a popular opinion, but I think this era was “peak car”, especially for me the early 90s. Cars had enough tech to be reliable and fast, like electronic fuel injection, turbos in many cases, disk brakes with ABS, independent suspension, DOHC on almost every engine, and 5 or 6 speed manuals. At the same…
These need to be 10x the current price. The amount of traffic these signs generate is massive.
The TSA is safety theater, and nothing more.
It wasn’t long before we crossed what had been the East German border, the prow of our borrowed black Rolls-Royce…