Dear communist author. No! I do not need to drink the inevitable cool aid <Gasp>!

Yawn. No skill required when software shuffles you about. BBBBBooooorrrrrriiiiiinnnnnggggggg!

I do believe I would agree with Enzo when he rises from his grave and kicks you square in the balls for bastardizing his creation.

And if it had a back seat I could sit upright in, I might be interested.... NAW! Silly rabbit! Back seat comfort is for kids !

Dear Toyota,

“... least use something injected...” Why? For that engine it’s fine. And anyone can repair it without blowing a hole in ones bank account. Na, I’m good. 

Well, it’s probably safer than my ‘58 MGA so what are you complaining about? You might actually survive an accident. I expect to be carted away in a paper bag.

Death Race 2000! Embrace the carnage!

A “Sport” SUV?! Which letter of oxymoron don’t you get?

Humbolt! Bring me my brown pants!

Despicable. They had no business interfering in HOW people get to the polls. Dear FBI, get thee down there and arrest those involved.

My next birthday present!!!

My next birthday present!!!

Well gosh. Why not get a few friends together that work at the same place and shits and commute together. Since all would be signers on the loan, the liability is spread and the portion each person takes on is less.

A doxxer getting their comeuppance. What? What goes around comes around doesn’t apply to you?

Stop Working For Splinter... there. Fixed it.

The X-1 was rocket, not jet powered.

Ok, Fine... and don’t call me Shirley!

Or, have drivers who can read.

Jimmy Durante’s AMC Pacer?

Hanger strap, literal on the hanging part, seat belts. Fa-get-a’bou’d-it!!