Technically, a turbo is actually a “turbosupercharger”.

1996 Chevrolet Cavalier. Designed for the dump: basic maintenance is impossible, making it easiest to just move on to another cheap, shoddy GM POS once the car dies. Approximately fifteen seconds after the warranty expires.

What I find difficult to understand is how many people misunderstand the popularity of ISIS among teens living in traditionally first-world areas. These teens were the children of immigrants, their parents and families had probably been displaced by the Yugoslav War. In Austria, they were probably treated as outsiders…

The ‘90s had the best Star Wars games where they explored so much and weren’t just run-of-the-mill shooters with a mild Star Wars flavor.

Hear Hear!

Taxidermy and a place of honor on my descendant’s couch.

Thank you for sharing this.

Before the picture fully loaded and resolved, I thought I was looking at an AMC Eagle Wagon. Now I’m disappointed.

Going to miss him? Where’s Mark going? He’s one of the funniest writers!

This will inevitably get lost in the greys forever, but I do feel the need to speak up since this is taking place in my hometown; I’ve spent fourteen years in Scouting in that town, and I’ve been keeping an eye on this since it hit the papers, waiting for this to brew up a shitstorm online. Well here it is.

My suggestion.

That was about four years back, I took a peek at their menu online and domestic craft is now $5, which is pretty reasonable. I think at the time it was $8-9 with tax and tip, which is where I got sixteen from.

It was outright ridiculous, that’s the price for a case of beer from the brewery proper.

I’m kind of jealous that the last Twitter-er was within arm’s length of Tina Fey. Almost cancels out the Trump polarity.

That thing’s MINT! The price is relatively reasonable considering condition!

Ugh, that grille. It looks like a person pressing on their cheeks to simulate the jowls of a fat person.

There’s that horrible part of me that keeps hoping these new StarCraft games will be a critical disappointment, enabling a review titled “Power Underwhelming”

“...will just have to content themselves with the knowledge that his company’s pizza tastes like cardboard soaked in brackish tidewater topped with the dairy equivalent of a lanced boil.”

He is a gigantic prolapsed anus of a driver; he’s very nearly run me over in a crosswalk back when he’d just become famous.

When I was younger I used to drink from that same “if everybody carried then there would be no violence” Kool-Aid, but I’ve since learned that all humans are idiots.