Every time I see this image I ask myself whether this person could have possibly aimed for something more expensive.
Every time I see this image I ask myself whether this person could have possibly aimed for something more expensive.
Maybe this guy would be more excited about the wave if they had prefaced it with Micro.
Yeah, I’d like to see him perform again. I was really, really surprised at how good his halftime show was, up until RHCP shit all over it.
You are correct that no one will touch Prince, though.
The rabbit has to go through the endzone, around the goal post, under the bleachers, back around the goal post, and then into the rabbit hole. At least that’s what I remember from my Boy Scout manual.
The only people who knew Cardale Jones was starting were Urban Meyer and Bill Belichick.
If I owned a Miura I’d be too raw from touching myself all the time while looking at it to drive it.
Stanced car owners who complain about tire wear. I don’t feel bad for you - you did this to yourself
Why does it need a V8? Ask your husband.
Don’t think I can quite get on your outrage level here. These pretty much look the same to me.
Go to a childrens hospital and offer kids rides in a three-wheeled-AutoBot/Batmobile.
Right on, I’m a Rangers fan living in Houston. Watching fun baseball makes me hate “respect the game” baseball that much more.
Counterpoint: Fuck the goddamn Yankees in their puckered baboon assholes.
I have a 2016 STi. I am also 6’3” and have a 5-year and 3 year-olds. This car manages the kids wonderfully and car seats fit nicely. I owned a 2011 WRX before and in comparison, the 2015-16 models seem to have more legroom.
+12 years
McCoy was outed as a lousy tipper before getting shipped away.
Enzo Ferrari: Am I going to walk around and rip your fucking flags down, in the middle of a race? Then why the fuck are you walking right through? Ah-da-da-dah, like this in the background. What the fuck is it with you? What don’t you fucking understand? You got any fucking idea about, hey, it’s fucking distracting…
Back in ‘82, I used to be able to throw a pigskin a quarter mile.