Lisa Ann would be more articulate taking a pop quiz on foreign relations with a cock in her mouth than Sarah Palin would be with a week to work on “How do you order food from a minimum-wage employee at Chipotle?” or “Describe one thing Ronald Reagan got wrong”.

Is there any resource you could possibly link to? And is it the manual or the auto that’s so troublesome? I see some chatter on Mini forums, though they seem to be talking about earlier gen autos. That seems like an absurd failure rate.

I’ll allow that there’s some caveat he meant to include like “Best all-around fast car for $25-$30k if you have a kid and can’t drive a stick and plan to trade in when the warranty’s up” or something. But even if a genie gave me 25 grand cash, no strings attached except I HAVE to buy a fun car, the chances of me…

Yeah, when I called the (Glenview Il, if it matters) store to have the nice man run some numbers by me on the pretty-well-equipped ‘09 Clubman S w/52k mi for $15k, my eyes just about bugged out of my head at the warranty. He asked if he “Should start the paperwork now?”. I said “Uhh.. let me get back to you on that”.

Okay, this topic is EXTREMELY RELEVANT TO MY INTERESTS.

Because it’s a user-friendly, well-thought-out Golf with just enough extra poop auto journos can call it a “performace car” without bursting into laughter. Golfs aren’t exciting to me, but unless it’s literally half as fast or actually on fire, the German car will win every performance comparo against cars posting…

I had exactly that car - ‘91 Si (I think only one that had rear discs) in yellow. I paid $400, another $25 for the rear passenger window replacement that made it cheap and put it in myself, and drove it for 7 years and 80,000 miles. It was the single best investment I’ve ever made, and as soon as 3D printing reaches…

My wife makes 3 times what I do, which both of us are pretty okay with (I work in animal care, she’s Queen Bitch of Getting Shit Done in an office) - my fwagile wittle male ego can endure it, and she’s awesome enough that she knows a job you love beats a job you hate that makes bank.

I can only assume you’re referring to your comment history. It is pretty tragic.

The race issue is with the level of response - Cops wouldn’t be pepper spraying a bunch of unruly orthodontists, accountants, and assorted white trash at a Jimmy Buffett concert.

I think it goes beyond “bug” or “feature” into more “fundamental architeture of the hardware”.

So it’s The Punisher’s Battle Van, then?

I’m 6’2” and over 200, so there are totally rules for this. When walking at night, I have to make as much noise as possible (foot scuffing/dragging my heels, whistling, intentional tromping, ruckus etc.) so as to not inadvertently sneak up on anybody. I have walked around corners and bumped into ladies who got all…

My brother would print this out and insert it deep inside of himself. How anyone with brains not completely made out of pig shit falls for it I have no idea.

They’d set it on fucking fire in the rotunda of the Capitol if that’s what it took to keep The Poors from getting one stinking fucking nickel.

I mean, it’s quite obvious that any family booted off public assistance because of a parent who drops dirty will very quickly grab their bootstraps and pull so amazingly hard that they become white middle-class citizens with a modest-yet-tastefully-furnished home in an uptrending burb. It’s EXACTLY what’s happened to…

Eh. You mess with bull, you get horns.

When I was just a wee’un (6’ and 140), I could fucking crush a whole large ham/black olive/mushroom pizza and a 2L of Wild Cherry Pepsi and be snacking an hour later. If there was a way to regain that metabolism now, through say dark ritual sacrifice instead of actually taking care of myself, I’d have that Ebon Altar…

By his herpaderpa logic, we kill this guy for killing a guy, then we kill the guy who killed a guy for killing a guy, then we keep on killing all the guys who kill guys for killing guys. Definitely the best way to let guys know they can’t just kill other guys because then guys will kill them.

When I worked bar security, a guy in the bar who was drunk and about 5 seconds from getting shown out started flashing a gun to a group of girls on the dancefloor. We tackled, disarmed, and then proceeded to beat 7 shades of shit out of him right there if front of everybody while the boss called 911. Turns out he was…