Yeah. Let me start washing my 4-year old baser-than-LX Kia Optima with a hundred dents and dings like it’s a Ferrari California worth millions of dollars. I know, I’ll use all this extra cash I apparently have to hire a bunch of purebred puppies to gently lick the dirt and salt off of it.

Life lesson: don’t blow a dude while he’s watching a hockey game on TV in the background. Because while it’s happening, the play-by-play team WILL launch into a prolonged discussion about stick-handling. And you could send the wrong message if you burst into laughter in the middle of it.

CP, but I kinda want to see all the records of what has had to be repaired or replaced. You know, the kind of curiosity that makes one binge watch Russian car crash compilations.

My parents bought me a car a few months before I passed my test. It was a sea green 1980 Pontiac Phoenix LJ 5-door. I was grateful that they were willing to do that for me, but I tried to warn my stepdad that this car was a bad idea. It had the Iron Puke 4 and a 4-speed manual. It also leaked every fluid a car can…

In my own personal experience as a gay man I’ve had anonymous sex, sex with men I’ve met over the internet, and sex with men I’ve had an emotional connection with, and there’s no question that for me the latter is much better than the other two. Maybe that’s just my experience, but for me I’d much rather have sex…

I was totally fine with Beth, though her voice sounds a lot like Jackie Kashian. It messed with my brain a little.

Pardon my ignorance, but what’s wrong with “we accept everyone”? Everyone is everyone, right?

The emotional connection with my husband came about because of a casual hook-up. At first it was just about the casual sex aspect but the second night we spent together... we clicked like I didn’t even know was possible. Now we’ve been together for nearly ten years.

I can tune those guys out, but the ones that really piss me off in locker rooms are the guys with no sense of personal space. Without fail, nearly every time I’m in a locker I’m stuck next to some dink trying to crowd me. And it’s usually when there’s almost no one there so there’s all kinds of space.

See, when I’m on PCP I always get out of traffic and park before I start masturbating. Because I’m a gentleman.

“We have a great group of players. The players played hard, they played tough, they were great players. Seriously, our players are the greatest players who ever played, and they’re the most playerdy players of all the players who play. PLAYERS!”

Would 8=D be the bro-truck?

Every Joy Pop Turbo? Every Joy Pop Turbo.

Looks an awful lot like a Geely Beauty Leopard to me.

Oh man, I hate when that happens.

I feel like “LaForge” needs an additional word of some sort, like ‘compensator’ or ‘injector’.

If I remember right, there was also “Key Party” and the “Glory Hole” trim levels...

Oh, you’re no fun anymore.

Shouldn’t they be a Ram dealer? Seems like a missed opportunity.

Sorry, old-school grandpa-barge luxury only has one name, and that name is Town Car.