Holy shit. IOC spokesman is really angling for a new job as Sports Information Director for an SEC school.

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Change your name to Karen and trade an MG for one then.

This just in! A rarely driven car owned by a caring, well funded owner is in great shape! In other news, water is blue, except for in Rio where it can be green, brown, or various shades of gray.

Spoiler alert.

When [Modest Mouse lead singer Isaac] Brock left the scene he backed into a cop car, but he just drove off. Sometimes life is okay.

So if Buick could still have a landyacht in their lineup, with a column shift and a bench seat, that would be great.

Wait a minute...Trent Dilfer being bad at his job and things still working out because everyone else on the team is good at theirs? Now I’ve heard everything.

“The ‘garage’? Hey fellas, the ‘garage’! Well ohh-la-di-da, mister Frenchman.”

Nothing to add.

You made me Google Charmander. Fuck you.

Ever consider motorcycles? The fun to cost ratio is out of this world.

Or find your local farmers’ market. I thought about joining a CSA, but as a single person, a share in a CSA is way too much for me to get through in a week. But the local farmers’ market is great. I can pick out what I want, it’s always fresh, and there’s so much variety that I’m always tempted to try something new I…

Absolutely. I watched the first episode on history’s website, then the made you sign in with a cable provider for the rest. If I had a friggen cable provider, I wouldn’t be going to your website to watch the show in the first place.

Here is the last one I worked on for my alma mater.

Painted flames: Do they still look cool or nah?

Explaining other people’s jokes is my favorite gag. This sounded so sincere and it made me cringe extra hard, which was the equivalent of a snort laugh. +1

Freddy, we’re gonna have one of those meetings later where I talk and you listen.

Oh my god if this is true you might have just ruined TVRs for me...

And it probably is because the founder’s name was Trevor.... NOOOOO! I CAN’T OWN A CAR NAMED TREVOR

Draymond: THAT’S MY PURSE! I DON’T KNOW YOU!