I submit for argument that someone drove a Lee Iacocca era Caravan down the same ramp and into that same water back in nineteen eighty pick a year because they thought the sign/paper map was confusing.

Enjoy that bruise, dipshit.

Have become? I don’t understand.

My mother drives around looking for a “good space.” She doesn’t want to walk too far. Then she browses every fucking aisle of the store likely exceeding a mile.

Secretly.

Providing separate engineering, tooling and installation dedicated to offering both electric and crank windows was costlier than just picking one and sticking with it.

After watching that video, I could use a fresh pair.

If this doesn’t meet your needs, question your needs.

The private car in the movie was excellent.

It is the only way I travel. Especially with my ocelot Babou.

...still waiting on my meth...

My thrust game relies heavily on earth gravity. I cannot imagine anything more demoralizing then trying to rock her world just to watch her drift away across the cabin.

Then it would be your fault for whoring about elsewhere.

Oooooh...

Everything you said after “the point is...” was complete nonsense.

I will tell all of the people that are trying to commute in an undriveable turd that drag racing dipshits are doing just fine.

I assure you all that I am not an AI. These bullshit comments naturally form in my meat brain.

Dead citizens? Just the cost of kicking ass.

Don’t let her out on bail. If they do (they will) do not be the chump who puts up collateral on her bail bond. Might as well set that money on fire.

Maserati Khamsin mounted in the glass. Except for US market versions. I won’t post that atrocity.