Holy Art Deco, Batman!
Holy Art Deco, Batman!
For me, always wanting the latest and greatest...
And at the end of the day, the consumer/taxpayer foots the bill and the lawyers get rich(er).
Sometime around my 40th birthday, I got it into my head that I wanted a motorcycle, even though I hadn’t ridden in 15 years. So off to the local H-D dealer I go and immediately fall in love with the nearly $25,000.00 Fat Boy on the showroom floor.
So, a lot of cursing, crying, pleading to saints, threats, breaking of dishes and possibly gunshots?
You obviously didn’t grow up in the ‘60s.
The name of the product might call to mind images of an enormous strip of meat cut lengthwise from a pepperoni log, like a protein-rich Fruit By The Foot,
I’m surprised he didn’t call her ‘sweetheart’ and then ask her to bring him a Scotch and water.
The QOTD was “Driven exclusively by idiots” not “Designed exclusively by Idiots”
Definitely not a GoodYear for Boeing aircraft.
Continental Mark V
It’s somehow cross-eyed and bucktoothed.
Meh, Eagles fans throw D-Cell batteries.
2009 Mazda 5.
i used to love Cracklin’ Oat Bran, until I read the side panel and saw the fat and sugar content made it only slightly healthier than mainlining Sugar Smacks.