Oh crap... thank God I read these comments first. I was about to post this exact same thing.
E.M.H.
e-m-h-
I gotta go. I’ve always wanted to see a German redneck. :D
But “rubbin’s racin’” just sounds so... dirty... :-s
Well, the real problem was that it wasn’t really the jet fuel to begin with. NIST identified that the impact fireballs and initial jet fuel fires burned off too quickly. It was the office contents burning that weakened the structure. Forgive the crude comparison, but the jet fuel was at best the lighter fluid.…
“... how to tell if Fido is about to toss his peanut butter biscuits in the back seat.”
“... two ladies of a certain age...”
The deal is two-fold:
You all know what’s sad? $kay’s not joking, the dingbat really did fall through the ceiling. Seriously. Watch the video. About 1:39 she starts climbing up, and 2:01 is when she comes crashing down.
Ok, a couple of pop/bangs here and there, no problem. A bit of it when getting off the pedal, fine. But when it sounds like popcorn?? :-S
“Oh Scheiße” indeed. :D
Let’s be honest: For something like this, the itemized bill probably goes to the accountant, not the owner. ;)
No, that’s not creepy... not at all...
STOP GIVING ME NIGHTMARES!!!!
Beat me to it. I think this is a case where both sides are right, even though both sides are sort of at odds in a way. Sure, there’s no way in hell any dad worth his salt wouldn’t at least try to help, even if it means going where you’re not supposed to go. But at the same time, how can the track just let this go? The…
Oh, so that’s why my Rogue accelerates so well... :-|
Remember, convenience of access is only half the issue. Unless you’re going to leave your flat and rim along the roadside, the spare’s storage spot needs to be able to accommodate a full sized albeit uninflated tire and not be a cast iron bitch to put it in. Which is what bugs me about those rear-underside mounts:…
WHO THE FUCK TAKES THESE PICTURES??!!!!
You could tell what that dog was thinking the whole time. :D