This isn’t a big safe SUV, though. It’s a small (tiny) crossover with a high CoG.

Stop jerking off at 50?  Hell, at this point, I actually prefer jerking off.

I really enjoy the idea of anyone getting worked up over either guy’s catalogue. 

I was 17 so my dad took the test drive in the red Fiero and immediately proceeded to back over one of the seller’s potted plants and scuff the bumper.

when I did the math on my Terrain it was $200 cheaper than the equivalently spec’d Equinox because of the way the option packages worked. Plus in had a nicer colour option for the leather interior.

I overheard a woman complaining about her POS Cavalier once. Said she was going to get a Pontiac Sunfire next time.

Pretty sure I’ve played with this guy at the Y.

He looks like your uncle who points out girls he thinks you’ll like. And you’re only 11.

The best (weirdest) part of that whole family is the supplements that the dad sells, he put a stock photo of a white guy on the back of the bag because he knew more people would buy if if it looked like a white guy was behind it.

I KNOW WHAT I HAVE NO BLUEBALLERS

And zero minutes of acceptance testing for the stupid name “Taycan.”

Oh, it happens. But, usually, “on the hottest IPO of the year”, the banks always price some upside into the offering— usually because when they fill out “the book”, the actual allocation of shares at the offer price, there’s tremendous upside of OTHER interested parties that wanted it at the IPO price. If those OTHER…

Holy fuck, the things you worry about when you have LITERALLY NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT.

I had an ex gf like that.. went we started out together, I noticed her car had 25k miles and never once had an oil change... sludge city

Not this one. I learned in February in an icy Mall parking lot - taught by my traveling salesman father. I drive a manual all wheel drive vehicle and haven’t had an accident in decades (and that was being rear-ended by a distracted woman driver. ;) )...

whether the Earth’s climate is going up in flames around us or not.

The only thing online reviews ever taught me was that John Q. Chucklefuck has no clue what constitutes a good restaurant experience and wouldn’t know quality cuisine if it ate them.

Why do people feel the need to give reviews? Is it ego? A dopamine rush at the idea of others benefiting from your thoughts? The need to be loved by strangers?

I really think it’d be good for the planet if vegans would tone their shit down a tad. Of course, there are perfectly nice vegans, but “movement” vegans who scream bloody murder about shit like that make me want to, well, eat a pig’s face just out of spite.
That’s assuming they actually want to change people’s…

About the same amount of time you need to go and protest eating meat.