Cephalopods capable of living on land is my #1 irrational fear. More than aliens taking over or nuclear fallout.
Cephalopods capable of living on land is my #1 irrational fear. More than aliens taking over or nuclear fallout.
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You don't understand! This isn't even it's final form!
Raphael, you know what would be cool? An infographic showing the current up and coming battery technologies, their pros and cons, and where they are in development. I know there are a few neat ones out there, but I certainly don’t have a real great handle on any of them, let alone all of them.
Steam reviews are always worthless.
I’ll take the pervs. Hell, throw some cameras in and I could probably monetize that. I once watched a girl on cam dressed up as Bob Ross take painting requests while hooked up to a...pleasuring device...and she was making bank. I could probably make decent coin on the side by playing in certain dream cars!
I Believe in Camry Dent
You missed your chance to piss him off.
Thrawn sounds like prawn, which is like calamari (mmmm) which is similar to Mon Calamari (i don’t know what he tastes like) who is some guppy-fish-face looking character who, at the end of the day, says things like “it’s a wrap”.
I think Jason used to do stuff for The Onion. I think he still thinks he does. We don’t have the heart to tell him.
If you’re gonna post the sad one, I’ll have to post the badass one.
That’s the saddest viral cartoon in existence.
Some of this makes sense. If I have to calm myself down or “find a happy place,” I think of one of the few times I get turn 1 right in the Lancer at Harris Hill. Chuck the car into turn 1 with the throttle pinned all the way through, stab the brakes just a tad for turn 2, and chuck car into turns 2 and 3. If I get it…
I’m also very happy to announce that with this, Maggie is going to be one of Jalopnik’s regular columnists. She spends most of her time writing novels but expect to see a lot more of her writing here soon!
She was knitting when the brakes went out.
Sooooo no more “rubbin’ is racin’”?
Because winter alpine driving is exactly what I associate a convertible with!
Again??