Sell them all to the demolition derby leagues, problem solves itself.

You’re less likely to die in a major accident because you’ll be thrown clear of the impact instead of compacted like a tin can. I’m really amazed they found a way to make Smart’s less safe but cutting part of the dinky roof off for a big 3 foot sun roof is impressive.

Funny, but it’s sad he ran out of breath throwing those girly punches.

My parents have a 2012 GT. It’s a pretty solid little hatchback but it has some significant fit-and-finish problems like side paneling falling off. The interior controls are also a little awkward and lacking. My biggest problem with that year was the giant blue console display that blinded you at night. There was no…

Tom, you are reaching dangerous levels of sarcasm. When this much sarcasm is placed together you can create a critical mass of snark that will detonate and consume good intentions within a one week radius.

What I noticed the most about the outing was the drink contest being so forced. “Oh look at this fun thing we’re doing!” *pulls out plastic wrap* Yes, the only team with the female won, that’s the team that gets the gigantic tent.

I don’t think anyone is anxious to attend a court hearing where testimony is given kneeling on chains.

I’m sure Trump will have a throbbing erection when he reads this tomorrow.

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Does everyone dress like a 90's stand-up comedian in France?

You can sue McDonald’s all you want, but you simply can’t buy taste.

I don’t want a new one either.

My uncle got a new ‘67 GTO in pink with white interior with a column shifter and had a custom bench seat installed in the front. I think my father physically struck him. My uncle is not a particularly straight man.

Now with Chevy’s trademark Gray-on-Gray interior. I love how old this new car feels!

You might be more correct about it oozing sex than you realize. Some shady things have happened in those backseats.

I’m surprised they chose a name with an “L” in it. They’ll all be calling it the “Cavarear”, but not ironically like us.

If Chris Harris wound up paying his tickets out of spite that would be the most humiliating retort possible.

The last time I saw this is was etched into the paint of a red Jeep... about five times.

I would accept the horrible power and responsibility of the perma-death fart. And then immediately go on a guided tour of the White House and Capitol Hill. “Something’s fishy at the Lincoln Memorial! What could it be? The Eternal Flame sure is stinky these days, must be the fuel line. It smells more like farts than…