Man, that fan is powerful.

His buddy never made it out of the liquor store.

You missed the part where he specifically says he does this on a Saturday, when childless coworkers have better things to do like sex parties, watching television made for adults, and staying up past 9 p.m.

Damn! you beat me to it!

The driver is Tavarish and he yells, “Check out this 1924 Renault Six-Roues Type MH I got for the price of an FJ Cruiser!”

“Shillingsbottom! Get the blunderbuss! The Huns are upon the moor!”

Whatever you say, boss.

And goddammit, can we please stop rising for “God Bless America” in the seventh? It’s not the national anthem. I’m not getting off my ass twice in one game to fellate the flag again.

I hate when cars don’t let you input nav info while moving. Either I have a passenger who can do it or I am doing it at a stoplight (but without the car in park)

I mean...some nav systems don’t even have lockouts when moving. My moms Range Rover allows you to input a full address on the highway at 70 mph using possibly the worst interface ever put in a car.

- New (warranty)
- Some S2000’s have been ridden quite hard
- As you said, hard-top
- Probably insurance
- Storage space
- Seating space

You still didn’t read my post, apparently. If you’re currently paying the minimum (3%) on $10,000 of credit card debt, that’s $300. At 18%, your service charge (interest) will be $150. So your new balance will be $9850 and your next month’s payment will be $295.50 and the service charge will be very close to $150. At…

You’ll get your brake one day.

The compounded interest from years and years of credit card and other high-interest debt also weighs heavily on your ability to accumulate savings. You won’t be getting that money back, either.

You’re hoisting the Cup one day, and then living in Ohio the next. Saad indeed.

I guess Blackhawk fans will be...

“This is something you need to understand: Your cat doesn’t need you. It was fine before you came along, it’ll be fine if you leave, and even when you’re around, it’s got other stuff going on.”

Replace the word “cat” with “girlfriend” and you have my life.

Guys, let’s not argue. Can’t we all agree to call a spade a spade, which by the way can kill a cat with a single, well-aimed blow?

They're bad. Also gin smells like cat piss.

In fairness, Scottish people have no idea what the sun looks like.