I hate to sound like an asshole, but Walmart depends on the neighborhood. The one I go to is in a mall between the goddamned barrio and snob hill. And it’s busy. The staff there try to do their best to keep things organized, but it gets crazy. The staff is incredibly nice, though.

And every time it holds up traffic to do so, it squawks, ‘Sorry!’.

While we’re on the topic, don’t forget the slightly less interesting, but much more delicious “Pringler”.

Damn.

“Bill Cosby gave me one of those ‘don’t be dirty’ lectures. But I was unconscious and he was talking about my asshole.” - Sarah Silverman

On Bettman’s watch, you know this team would end up in fucking Albuquerque, right?

A few years ago, I said I thought it would be awesome to live long enough to see an apocalypse.

At first, I read this as Meth Car Mondays, and still was not surprised to see a Corsica.

Man I miss Plymouth.

I think it’s about time for the robot revolution.

I miss the pre-11/8 days when each day the news didn’t cause me to think in the voice of Bender Bending Rodriguez:

I hate to point this out, but I have to do right by that glorious K5 Blazer... That Blazer is not a 1980, it’s probably a 1987. While you are right that 1980 was a unique year for single square headlights, it was the single square headlight in the classic chrome bezel for top of the line Silverado models (which is…

They'd better not talk shit about my onion belt!

i think that as a true car-guy and jalop, one MUST own a beater car. Blogs and buff-books breathlessly talk about the "experience" and "real driving" when behind the wheel of something like a 911 GTRS but in my opinion, owning a beater like a Metro is REAL driving.