Nope.

I disagree with your comment, but I starred it solely for the excellent use of profanity. Very nice.

I wanted a Previa since I saw the blacked-out one with the mounted minigun in The Last Action Hero.

My dad had one of these as a kid. He used to drive (with me) out to the country and do massive smoky burnouts in front of the local prison while the prisoners were outside in the yard for their rec time. They’d see him coming and gather by the inner fence and hoot and holler while he lit the tires up.
It was, by all…

Need to seal up the new floor pans (riveted) and replace the muffler and tailpipe for my PA state inspection that expires in a week.

Ross, please never, ever correct those misspellings.

YES! I see those everywhere in Pittsburgh (because we love to kill each other here). Every time I see one, I think, “Your truck is doing what, exactly, in ‘Loving Memory’ of your dead friend?”

“get your boner down”

I’m the biggest elitist snob at my local C&C. I’m all like, “What is that? A mocha-chino? You pussy. At least drink a Veranda Blond like a man. This is a Pike’s Place Bold. Black. Go back to the valley, NERD!”

YES! Thank you.
“Listen to that engine!”
I can’t. There is some kind of shrill big-beat Moby crap playing.

No, that was the intro to “Face The Nation" before Bob Schieffer retired.

Actually...

Maggiolina.

MY 2005 JEEP GRAND CHEROKEE STARTED ON IT’S OWN, WITHOUT THE KEY IN THE IGNITION. I WAS IN BED AT THE TIME AND IT CAME INTO MY BEDROOM AND IT WAS WATCHING ME SLEEP. THE 2005 JEEP GRAND CHEROKEE CALLED MY OFFICE REPEATEDLY DURING BUSINESS HOURS AND HARASSED ME AND MY COWORKERS. THE JEEP FOLLOWED ME TO MY SON’S BASEBALL…

Not only does it knock him 10 feet back, the force of the explosion literally rips all his clothes off. It’s kind of hilarious.

West Virginia Rt 250 from Wheeling to Hundred (that’s the town’s name...Hundred). Two smooth lanes with hundreds of elevation changes and blind curves, with a posted speed limit that actually feels TOO fast for the road.

That business about hanging on the door must be a VW dealer thing. When I bought my GTI, the saleswomen said, “Some of the other salespeople will hang off the door to show you how strong the hinges are, but I wouldn’t want to buy a car that someone was hanging on, so I don’t do it.”

Those look like harpies.