No, seriously. I work in animal care - dogs sure, humans sure, zillions of god’s other creatures, sure. We can go several miserable weeks without food. But housecats who go more than a day and a half or so can fuck up their livers and go into a spiral of other bad shit, and if they’re older they’ll probably croak. So…

Papa John produces nothing but shit-ass pizza and obnoxious hot air. He shits on the people who make him richer every day. Fuck this guy for all eternity.

What it means is these people are pieces of shit and need to be thrown into the ocean, that’s what I’m getting from it.

I was always confused as to why the main character was Annoying Sidequests Kid, the most interesting pair played backup, and the actual driver of the plot (Ashe) just kind of ran out of gas partway through. I thought it was a gorgeous world with great backgroud story & mythology, but Vaan The Whining Buttboy bumbling…

Amongst the hopeless gun fondlers, sure. But 90% of Americans would agree that children being safe is more important than Weird Uncle Carl feeling like his dick real big. And having seen some crazy shit in my life, even the people who think they have the stomach for mayhem find they’d prefer to have a seat and think…

That’s a lot of diabeetus!

I wish wish wish with all the fervent beats of my fervent little heart that we had put every single photograph of every single Newtown victim on a billboard on every corner in this country. Yes, it would have been a knife in the heart of the families, but it could have broken the NRA’s death grip on the American…

“Authority Fetishist” sounds like a cool big word to these dunces. I prefer “Bootlicking Fawning Toadies”.

Carburetors I do not love.

If I wasn’t stupid and required TURBOOO (or if Mazda was stupid enough to make a Mazdaspeed5), I’d be in a 5 with a stick. Pretty pleasant to drive, and big enough for any normal use - if I need to move more than 6 people or a reasonable amount of shit, I’d rent a church van or a UHaul.

They’re kind of in a different weight class when it comes to price.

Well, that 1/2” makes all the difference - just ask my ex-wife!

You sir, have an egregious pile of FoMoCo products (I saw in another comment that you worked for them - my high school GF’s dad was like that with Oldsmobile/GM - bought ‘em cheap every chance he got, had ‘em coming out of his ears by the time she graduated college).

As I get older and more unreasonable, I just can’t see the logic of owning a 4-dr sedan anymore - it’s the least utile car shape for me. Wagons or hatches from here on out. I have a Mazdaspeed6, and while it’s a barrel of laughs to drive, I’m getting a wandering eye around some of these sexy longroofs. I’d keep it…

I love the big-boy Flex, and anybody who bought the Taurus SHO instead of the chest-freezer-mobile version is huffin’ dat cheap glue.

Well, to be fair teh kidz haven’t been clamoring for “Twice as fat as the last one and ugly as dried dogshit”, so I can’t be THAT mad when they don’t buy 50 million of them.

I certainly hope not - that would give him and pricks like him so much more power than they deserve. It’s a kind of “fucking with her from beyond the (metaphorical) grave”.

I’ve had that same moment. Camera snaps into focus, light bulbs go off “Waaaaait..... this is bullshit. This is all bullshit. Everything is and has always been bullshit! You’re full of shit and everything you’ve ever said is bullshit! You’re made of bullshit! Everything makes so much more sense now! Thank you!”

There’s not that many gifted liars in the world - a good, flying-by-the-seat-of-your-pants, can’t-punch-holes-in-it fucking WHOPPER is a rare diamond even for them. The sad thing is people like this girl, who sincerely want to believe people are honest with them.

I will run away faster and farther from a screeching group of teenaged girls than I would a mob of openly hostile skinhead zombies with chainsaws smoking crack in public. They’re terrifying.