I feel like we can blame (white) boomers for rock being seen as its own thing basically everything.

Yes, you communist.

No, but they’ll still be able to sell you the wrong alternator for your ICE vehicle.

This sounds like a classic case of an “Inverse Tracy”: You buy something thinking it’s in good shape only to discover it has problems. As in the opposite of gravitating toward the trash buckets like someone else.

and another reminder that Everything Trump Touches Dies

It’s worth remembering that our realities are different than others’ realities.

Opioid addiction.

Counterpoint: Always go full Goldblum during a race.

I just get to the first comment with no other comments showing. I have to click on “see all comments” or whatever and then search. Really distressing because my sense of self depends completely on the approval of the Kinja masses!

As my parents used to say when I was little: You can do anything if you set your welder to it!

Now I’m no scientist, but if my calculations are correct [makes humming computer noises], if you have two 2-door cars you actually have 4 doors. [says in wise-sounding voice] What you desire has been with you this entire time.

I suggest a restored JDM nugget.

I worked at a movie theater in high school. One day, a couple fairly young kids came out and said they were watching a movie that ended (can’t remember which) and their parents said to come find them if their movie finished first. The parents, naturally, were watching Basic Instinct. Being a high schooler with only…

SPEAK NOT ILL OF THE CHANGLI!

Only if you bring the bouncy house on a super windy day. Otherwise, lame alert!

By the hot water heater is key. Keeps the temperature more stable without those cold-at-night, hot-during-day fluctuations that are so bad for stored gas. Snuggle that bag o’ gas up as close as you can to the water heater. That warm cushion of air around the water heater is just like a womb for your gas.

Putting aside the fact that I barely drive anymore (WFH FTW!), Sirius drives me insane. I pay money for the sat radio. You don’t need to remind me every second song that I’m listening to Sirius XM. I know this already. I pay for the subscription. I chose the station. Shut the fuck up and play music!

Phil Hendrie was awesome. I didn’t listen to it nearly enough.

Rural AM radio? Yes, many things. Mostly the fact that it’s a bunch of ill-informed, angry, right-wing loons spouting conspiracy theories and other dangerous garbage.

“Hello, I’d like five packs of Pokemon cards. And 1,000 boxes of sudafed please.”