$100,000. The F-450 vs Merc S-Class comparison.

Username checks out.

It was worth while, if only because it illustrates this point.

I don’t play any sports, but I have started kneeling at my son’s tee-ball games to ask him which flavor popsicle he wants.

God damn, I love this crusty old curmudgeon.

Someone else said it much better than I.

What’s funny is that the number 69 can also be used to refer to a sex act.

There’s absolutely nothing Scary about what the Firewatch devs have done. This isn’t “we’re gonna randomly and unexpectedly take down your shit if we don’t like you or your politics!”

He’d like him to answer for being black, obviously.

If my options are brave a Category 5 hurricane or go to Jacksonville, then I’m sticking around to see what Irma is made of.

I’ve been married 16 years and also get screamed at every time I try to get my wife to spread her legs.

Well said, Lana, and same here. I’ve in my experience, after decades apart these same people start slowly back in with micro-aggressions that quickly become macro-aggressions, and they use the attempt at reconciliation as an opportunity for them to beat on you and try to prove they were right all along. That shirt!…

“The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.”

As the saying goes, “You are not required to set yourself on fire to keep other people warm.”

Did...did you just try and man-splain a shitty Blake Bortles pass? Jesus, this country IS fucked.

As a longtime (15+ yrs) subaru enthusiast SoA’s stance isn’t totally unwarranted. They replaced 2 longblocks of ours mainly because we were up front about us tracking the cars. They deal with lots of backyard tuners that slap parts on, then go back to stock and cry when things go boom.

Nonono, not Lee. Nathan Bedford Forrest.

Big deal. I found half of a sleeping UAW worker under the 3rd row of my Traverse.

Looks pretty fucking racist to me!

I remember watching Omorosa and Trump on the Apprentice and thinking she was batshit crazy and a liar, and he just seemed like an inconsequential, mildly amusing, easily forgotten buffoon. Now I feel like I’m trapped in a nightmare.