Hm...I always assumed that “Don’t you know who I am???” was the standard response. Excuses are for peasants.

Years ago, my girlfriend bought me a 2 hour skid pad lesson for my birthday - with the exception of a Martin 6-string for my 40th, best birthday present ever.

I know I am - yet another multimillion dollar HyperMegaBerzerkerCar that I’ll never drive, and likely never see, because it’ll likely never see a public road. It may as well be a rendering, for all the impact its existence has on my existence. What is exciting? Yesterday, while driving on the interstate, I saw:

Get Toby on the case

Great way to sprinkle the track with oil

L“........It is unthinkable that in the midst of the horrible political violence our president would resort to name-calling instead of repairing the damage to the fabric of our country.”

A bunch of Saudi’s attacked the WTC - let’s invade Iraq

I don’t believe in the death penalty, but for this guy I will make an exception.

It’d be like eating across the table from some week-old roadkill - who’d want to eat under those circumstances?

if you have a problem with one another, let’s voice that, but let’s do so peacefully and let’s do that at the ballot box.

Instead, he accepted that doing a good job was way over his head, and turned out something awful, commensurate with his limited abilities (and I hate writing this, because I would commit unnatural acts to have his limited abilities and chutzpah)

Uh, no I don’t. Cue Ian Malcolm please

Nothing is ever truly unkillable

Initial Quality = was everything working as you drove of the lot?

but at least you’d die comfy - apparently they’re really nice seats

Trump has some of that bedrock between his ears

If you keep out the furrin’ autos, then ‘Merican manufacturers are all in the top 10!! MAGA!!

Looks like her future’s leaking out of her whatever

Frankly, if I had gone to the trouble of opening the door, I would just leap out and let the Mitsu roll to its well-deserved destruction.

Hear hear - keep your damned colonial aggression on the other side of the Atlantic, where it belongs