THAT’S WHAT I THOUGHT

The TH400 is a transmission, not an engine. The HT4100 was a botched aluminum engine with NUMEROUS issues resulting from galvanic corrosion because nobody told service shops that the car needed special coolant additives.

That’s a ‘75 or ‘76.

As much as I love 1980s D-body Cadillacs (albeit not the engines after 1980), I will not be watching what looks to be a train-wreck of a movie.

It looks every bit made by Italians.

Watch it be a new Hollywood weight loss fad: Thicker hair, big boobs and a guaranteed 750 calories off your daily intake.

Zey efen infaded Poland as an encore!

The Great Wall of Murka needs to be paid for by the next closest civilization geographically.

Yeah, in the Bugatti, you can really express your displeasure by tailgating the Honda Odyssey ahead of you to the next light.

So, basically a 1985 Oldsmobile Delta 88.

Good luck going over a bump or a pothole.

You have a sixth hand Pontiac Sunfire with rusted out rear fenders and a fibreglass ground effects kit you attached to the doors with drywall screws.

I have a Veyron wrapped in the intestinal lining of a blue whale.

He looks like Neelix, not Mr. T.

Wearing your mother’s rotting carcass, reinforced with fishing-line and pop rivets, while attempting to cash her pension cheque is a bad look.

The one think I never understood about Adams Family Values was how easily they were victimized and duped by somebody only a fraction as evil/demented/psychopathic as they were.

The wetsuit was actually laced with ergot, and apparently stank to high heaven. In Castro’s memoirs, he laughed the attempt off saying that Caribbean waters are too hot to use a wetsuit anyway.

There’s also a ladder inside it.

I love how in Hollywood, an Egyptian deity is a dirt-smeared white guy.