Only if they get Shatner to do the entire marketing campaign.

Adam West spends a lot of his free time in gyms but he gets very little weight-lifting in.

It looks like Gamera to me. A big grey, pissed-off turtle.

Open bar? Until the hangover hits, greatest wedding ever.

The crashed wedding/runaway/elopement fiasco from Frasier that led to a lawsuit and two failed engagements edges this out. Ross is just a dildo with hair gel and Emily dodged a bullet.

There always seems to be one narcissistic drama queen that insists on getting all the attention from their bride-friend and they totally are not envious. There is always one less friend after one of those weddings. In this instance it is probably “Bun-Bun.

Alrighty then. They still have a full warranty so it’s free, but whatever makes you happy.

Something much worse is probably this:

It would be like the relatives of a dead skydiver suing the airplane manufacturer because the parachutes didn’t open.

I don’t think anybody can take a grown man with skull rings seriously anyway.

But can your Yamaha drive upside-down in a sewer tunnel? How will you escape the alligator men and steal back the Nazi gold.

Prepare yourself for multiple dealer visits. My parents’ 2013 literally has trim falling off of it. The dealer response? “Yeah that happens to them all.”

Well, this could be popular again:

“The designers really tried their best to keep the Clubman’s shape”

The entire argument is that the costs aren’t that high, and it is an opinion obtained after years of owning several functioning models. The costs of financing a new commuter car with less features and comfort outweigh the final costs of owning an AMG. Also you get to own a supercharged Mercedes.

When getting the license for one doesn’t require a mandatory status as an organ donor. That is a pretty big red flag, according to my kidneys.

It’s had more hits than misses.

Most humans and everyone on the internet are special, then. It has some shared design cues with other cars, but what car doesn’t anymore?

I can’t be expected to know what my clothes are telling other men. That’s discriminatory against textile-dyslexics.

A hyphenated adjective with a noun. In English. Mr. “Don Task”, if that is your real name.