Turns out my mom has no idea who Stef Schrader is.

Crack a window tonight. There was a stench this morning I’d rather not endure again.

Spare some wifi mister?

So you’re working in marketing and you don’t know any other cars? How do you still have your job?

I would consider myself very blessed if I am ever in a position where I can spend $65k on a “fun” car. The car guy in me absolutely wants one of these but the responsible adult is willing to wait a few years and shop them on the pre-owned market. What an amazingly beautiful car.

Raph’s alternate headline:

Dealerships have to come from somewhere!

I keep’em extra mad at me by not dying ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Being shapely, French, and wearing an easily removable top doesn’t hurt either.

Being shapely, French, and wearing an easily removable top doesn’t hurt either.

Maybe I need to take a page out of their book and figure out a way to write the same article every day, do a fairly bad job, and have you guys all respond that reading anyone else just feels cheap and you’d rather fill in the holes I missed and ignore my errors.

I agree, but I suppose those pubes are an inherent expression of this man’s identity.

I’ve found putting her in an open face was the best way to keep her from headbutting me.

Jezebel:

Hurtful

I see you stylin’ on’em, Sean. I see you.

No really though, I’m rolling in it. All this free content I create is worth like hundreds of thousands of dollars to the powers that be in Gawkerland.

I see the point you’re driving at, but I think the line that got crossed here is the “can’t call the cops, we ARE the cops!” mentality.

I wonder with these kinds of sports, like the ones that are fairly obscure and just add danger and difficulty to already dangerous and difficult sports, how do they get sponsorship? Like “if you sponsor us, everyone will be able to see your logo on my sidecar riders lifeless corpse at some point!!” Who makes that…

(or you have an argument and still have to go together).