You will ride eternal, shiny and orange!

It’s not law yet, you fucking moron.

So, if I am out in the street protesting, and a guy in his small-penis-mobile is accelerating with the clear intent of mowing me down, and I pull my legally-carried pistol and shoot him dead through the windshield, am I immune from prosecution because I was in fear for my life? I was just standing my ground!

Maybe the driver had a turtlehead. You know, “the little squirrel is poking it’s head out of the knothole.”

Roadkill guys should buy it and try to fly it off a cliff (using remote control, of course).

So, are you making these repairs at home back in MI, or on the road to Seattle in various Super 8, Autozone, and Motel 6 parking lots, like Freiburger and/or Finnegan/Dulcich?

What is a “resovoir?” Some French thing?

Please don’t let your kid drool on my car.

TRUMP 2024 “AVENGE THE STEAL” flag.

Vodka enemas were quite the rage back in the day.

Your foreskin and your eyelids are the same skin, too.

What do female drivers say to turn on the seat heaters? “Lap my Labia”?

Whereas if you say “eject butthole,” the roof flies off and the seats eject the people within like 007's Aston Martin DB in Goldfinger.

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This seems as sensible as a “Bad Cop No Donut” bumper sticker.

One of the denizens of the bar I habituate has a Royal Enfield; I have no idea what model but he’s had it a few years and it’s not real huge, he just putts around our little village on it.

Dude must have been one tough hombre. Battles with pancreatic cancer do not usually run for long, that shit kills quick. RIP.

Then again, it might have been really strong weed.

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My dad and I restored a 1959 FC-150 back in the late ‘80s. With the four cylinder and the 5.36 gears, it might hit 55 on a steep downhill with a strong tailwind. Anybody who would suggest one of these as a daily driver is a socio/psychopath.