Just remember that a “21% increase” in the likelihood of an unlikely event such as early death makes it....still pretty damn unlikely. If you have a 0.1% chance of early death, and you drink 2 sodas per day, you now have a 0.121% chance of early death.

My ‘55 Bel-Air is my “forever” car.  Not a trailer queen, nor a 100 point car, but stirs my emotions each time I am out on the road behind the wheel.  Many great memories made with this car and looking forward to many more to come.

1969 Cougar Eliminator. Scraped together $1,750.00 to buy it when I was 19 years old, in the summer of 1983. Daily-ed it through college, learning to do everything from setting the points to replacing the clutch, because I couldn’t afford to pay anyone to work on it. I’ve autocrossed it, drag raced it, and driven it…

Mine would not be the most expensive car in the world, nor the most glamorous, nor even the most reliable. I’d need a sizeable budget to rust proof and repair it each year. Yes, it is, an El Camino:

Rubber can break down in the application of intense friction.

Usually dicks take up two parking spaces, so this one should be considered polite.

I dunno, I can’t reach it, I might enjoy it. Who can say?

If God didn’t want you to eat animals, he wouldn’t have made them out of delicious-ass fucking meat.

What say you, unabashed meat eaters, WHAT SAY YOU?

Added benefit is it will be disorienting for the punt returner to catch a ball that is spiraling in the opposite direction.

I’m Torn:

1. I cut the roof off my car with a sawzall. Yes, it was my only car, and I did not think of the ramifications of snow and rain in central Ohio when I made this clearly misguided decision in my youth.

Eventually I made a vinyl convertible top, but it was not a well thought plan, and I did not have the money at…

It had its ups and downs.

This is an awesome idea. I really hope it happens. Just imagine a retro Dodge Ramcharger or an actual Power Wagon. I’m not even a huge Dodge fan, but they did have some super cool designs over the years.

Just an Indian burn.

Asking for help is not dumping the job on someone else. Know the difference.

Soory. No hosers or low ballers. I know what I got, Eh.

It sounds like the setup to an episode of Seinfeld. 

Didn’t read anything about Rockstar telling them to share positive stories. Seems like you’re creating a narrative to fit the emotions you want to have.

I think you guys shoukd just stop watching films and tv because you do nothing but suck the fucking joy out of life with horseshit like this.