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What an escape by speedboat might look like:

But, you see, Markle once told Delish.com her favorite food is “a pasta dish containing slow-cooked courgette.”

Hearing this this morning has made me happy. I will now put “Vivid,” “Time’s Up,” and “Stain” on shuffle.

What’s German for “Aaaaargh, my femurs”?

A long, HUMILIATING life, where he can watch as all of his fuckery is undone.

That’s an easy choice in my mind: PRISON

I’m positively *consumed* with disappointment that he didn’t swerve onto the grass to cut a bit during his stop at 0:35.

Co. Freakin’. Signed.

EPIC ‘70s goodness right there. That solo at the end...

No point in letting Ferrari have ALL the fun...

This M4 so you can find the people who stole your sweet, sweet ride and SET THEM ON FIRE.

The photo took me aback. For one brief, horrifying moment, I was wondering how Fergie was going to work “My Humps” into the score.

Couldn’t agree more.

“In the last year of Porsche vs Toyota, for instance, both cars looked and sounded nearly identical, even down to the paint jobs.”

...when I discovered the engine had been stolen, and replaced with luggage.

Looks like it.

Wouldn’t it have to be this?

Ooh, ooh, I want a do-over on my reply to you, in light of his quote: