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Grand Moff Fartin'
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Author is Jordy Verrill irl

Maybe this will finally convince tons of (especially SoCal) Californians that In ‘n Out is vastly overrated, their fries *suuuuuuuuck*, and that their owners are only about 2% less toxic than the Chick-Fil-A folks.

Man, there’s this really scathing review of the game now by some guy named “Beetlejuice” on Steam.

My blood isn’t boiling at all because GWP* is (probably) a better metric for measuring these effects.

I say this as someone who likes driving fast, who owns fast cars, and who is generally skeptical of adding more bureaucracy to our lives:

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Jerry Reed was an awesome country singer.

This machine electrocutes fascists.

Woody Guthr-E.

This could be marketing gold.

Trying to be Ferraris?

more like band of Dorcs

...and Old Yeller gets his final revenge.

It would be written on my tombstone.  

If I were in GWAR for seven and a half minutes it would be the crowning achievement of my life.

I cannot understand what goes through people’s heads when they steal from things like this. If I found this in the woods in pristine condition, stealing parts off from it wouldn’t even cross my minds.

GWAR is the only band that should ever be booked for Superbowl halftime shows.

I’m Team Lime

Lime is the best green flavor. Green apple is fraud.

Welcome to the 1990s!

Unrelated to the story, but I’ll take the opportunity to mention that I thought no one could ever make an Edsel attractive. That is until I stumbled across Miss Ethyl here at a car show one day: