We took in a stray tabby a couple years ago and he’s exactly as you describe. Just last night I woke up and noticed he wasn’t on the bed. As soon as I get out of bed and start heading to the kitchen I hear him hop down from my daughter’s bed. He was waiting for me at her door as I walked down the hall. We both went to…

No Chrysler Imperial with a winged Death Star?

Nowheresville... haven’t heard of that town. Is that over by St. Louis or down around Springfield?

I say ditch the restrictor plates and go with 6" wide tires for the big super-speedway races. 800hp, 3300 lbs, Formula Vee sized contact patch? That would be one hell of a show!

Booooooooo. I giggled, but still... Boooooooo

Now who can argue with that? I think we’re all indebted to Peter Jensen for clearly stating what needed to be said. I’m particulary glad that these lovely children were here today to read this post. Not only was it authentic frontier gibberish, it expressed a courage little seen in this day and age.

It is really a shame this asshole comes from a rich family. I would enjoy his self destruction so much more if I knew he was ruining the rest of his life. But no, daddy’s money will keep him from any real hardship.

It would have been wonderful to see Westbrook turn and take a couple quick steps toward Whitey McFatass. I bet Mr. pointy-laughing-glasses face would have turned into a “I’ve just shit myself” in within a fraction of a second.

Best music video ever made!!!

Sweet! Even better that it happened at Bristol. I could be wrong but I’ve always thought that Bristol was more about driver skill than the team’s bank account.

The Roscoe’s Chili and Donuts Trans Am ‘cuda was better.

...or maybe you use a “targeting” laser that has the undesired (wink, wink) side effect of melting whatever you point it at.

I’m not sure if it would cook them but it sure as shit wouldn’t be healthy. I doubt the rest of the aircraft would like it very much either.

We should upgrade the CIWS with a couple hundred kW “radar” (wink, wink) with a crazy high gain antenna. As the aircraft approaches, turn on the “radar” (wink, wink) and enjoy the metal-in-a-microwave style light show.

A friend was racing at Heartland Park when he somehow managed to get his S2000 (that’s Sports 2000, not Honda S2000) off onto damp grass pointed straight into a wall. He later said “The last thing I remember is thinking ‘Damnit, I’m going to miss the party tonight.’”

Well shit. I missed my chance. I wanted to show up at one of the driver autograph sessions with a picture of him as Jimbo Scott in Outbreak for him to sign.

“a MOSFET generator”

No matter your position on the political spectrum... this post is outstanding.

Did you bump your head this morning?

So if Bernie asked Chris to be Press Secretary, would he accept? What kind of Hal McRae-esque fit would Hillary throw when she heard the news?