But what of the quirks?

Its so breathless and overwrought that perhaps its self-aware satire?

Bullshit. I’ve had better roadrash from fucking on carpet.

Huh, what happened? I was just reading and settling in for an interesting article and then poof! Nothing else? I feel cheated.

I pity the poor Chinese spy tasked with listening to me singing “Hotel California” or yelling at the guys on sports talk radio every time I’m in my car. I’ll give him a week before he begs for a transfer to a labor camp. (Yes, my singing is that bad.)

can we have an investigation into wich is the bigger threat to national security... foreign cars or the orange twatwaffle plox?