The Monaro GTO - what, you think I’m gonna launch into a diatribe about the styling? Hell no, I’m perfectly down with the looks, I’m happy they didn’t do some cartoonish retro thing. We just didn’t get them new in Canada, so there are virtually none available, no certainly not at a reasonable price (see also G8 GXP,…

I didn’t go to j-school nor do I live in New York.

Yeah. A Shaggin’ Wagon:

Hey everyone,

And if you don’t happen to have golf clubs, I hear kicking works well too.

Does it offer a free trial?

The seller will take 1/10th of the asking price, right?

(Not sure what happened, there.)

AND in the 69th minute, so, nice. 

But the important thing here is that since Drew is gone, I can state for the record that the official stance of the Funbag is now that mayonnaise is awesome and delicious and one of our finest condiments and makes just about everything better. Mayo forever.

[Whispering quietly, in the corner]: i still like the name Boaty McBoatface

Jesus, man. This is harrowing. Like everyone else in the comments, I’m glad things didn’t go differently.

This really explains why Tiger Woods’s car looks like someone just sharpied “UICK” over the “entley”

I would add that if you want not to go, but still earn some points buy the guy a good bottle of whiskey for the event as a means to contribute but not participate. This BIL is going to be a part of your life for the foreseeable future, and it’s a small gesture everyone involved should appreciate. 

My sister is getting married. Her fiancée is having a bachelor party. He’s a good guy, but we literally have nothing in common besides my sister. I’m not friends with his friends. I’d have to miss a day of work. Am I obliged to go?

You can delete items from your Amazon viewed history and suggestions. Not that I’ve done that or anything...

The day Tom died, I sent my local NPR station the biggest donation I had ever made to a charity of any kind with a note to keep airing Car Talk as long as they could. I don’t care it’s not new, I still get a big grin when I hear that banjo music on Saturday morning.

Oh MAN. My buddy’s 1984 Toyota Tercel, in a beautiful orange that was nearly indistinguishable from rust. More cardboard on this thing than metal, I’m convinced. When driving down dirt roads you could feel the rocks hit the bottom of your feet. The tach had redline marked at about 6k, if memory serves, but it would…

Finally, autocorrect types out shit on its own.

“and he’s only a sophomore so I don’t care”

Sorry Mr. Milligan.