They have GOT to name a corner after her....... 

We only pretend to desire brown, manual, diesel wagons.

Agreed. My lasting memory of the C3 is my neighbor from the 80's who had a beautiful candy apricot ‘72 that he bought brand new with the cash he saved while grunting through ‘Nam. Dreaming of that car kept him alive in the jungle. The only thing that sparkled brighter than that car in the sun was his smile when…

However did we manage back in the day when televisions had tubes and weighed 100lbs? Or perish the thought, before television was even a thing and journeys took even longer due to no interstate highway system?

Condoms. 

Didn’t even read it. ND. I’ve always hated these abominations.

Still up for debate is “you snooze you lose”

Gee wonder why USPS might not want Trump’s pick, it isn’t as if he very publicly tried to rip them apart or anything...

Aww, that’s sweet. I hope he’ll live another 200 years.

Also Hershey kisses are gross.

My husband and I sometime park at a MARTA station, in metro Atlanta, and take the train to the airport, as MARTA parking is way cheaper than parking at the airport. We had just flown back from Venice, Italy, and were pretty tired, with time zone changes and traveling all day. We got on the last train that night, and…

Crack pipe: these are terrible cars at just about any price. 

Note to self: no freeballin’ while driving in shorts.

Jason, your problem is that you’re American with tastes that skew toward the understated. You project yourself as sweet, quirky and intelligent. I’ve always assumed you moonlight in an alt-rock band that plays lots of ukulele heavy songs about tail light design.

I sold my 1970 Wildcat last year.

Dude’s gonna have to up his budget or lower his expectations.

Haha! I’d ask if you were my husband, but he went to work at a hardware store after he gave up his paper routes.

Many many moons ago I was in charge of arranging the company holiday party at a very high end hotel. This included food tastings and liquor selections. The company owner was a raving asshole but we rarely had to deal with him as he was pretty much absentee at this point. Management was tolerable but cheap. The owner…

I was a manager at a liquor store in Dallas and one quiet afternoon this very tall, very cool man strolled in. My coworker and I greeted him, he said “hey” and strolled right past us, straight to the whiskey section, plucked a fifth of Crown Royal off the shelf, and then strolled right past us again and out of the…