So what do people with a BA in Pretenious Fuckery drive around in?
So what do people with a BA in Pretenious Fuckery drive around in?
As I have an unusual condition that renders the hair on the back of my head to grow faster and party harder than the slow growing serious-minded hair towards the front, I have to give this a NP.
Why would they name it something that it literally cannot compete with? Calling it Rocket is like me changing my name to The Orgasimator.
Doesn’t read like a gigantic burn because he isn’t in the Gizmodo Media realm at all. Nope, nothing envious there.
I’m trying to write a joke about how in the world Mazda conceived of the notion of basically adding T-Tops to a convertible, and I literally can’t even come close to make one seem even 1% logical. It’s like the Mazda exec saw yesterday’s Firebird, remembered his crush on Sally Field in Smoky and the Bandit and…
“I’d like to peel out in that thing!”
I’d suggest staying with the newer Minis:
I’d love to edit, but even after running the edit function it won’t change my happy to happen or I imagine another 5 errors.
“So HappyNewTeslaOwner, why did you come down to my office today, knee hurting again?”
This is the side premise of “Knocked Up” where Seth Rogen and buddy’s start up a website that chronicles the exact time where people get naked in movies only to be told that Mr. Skin already exists and does that exact job. It’s too far fetched and I never watched it, yet here we are with someone trying to create a 4x4…
The other two deals fell through when they realized in the small print: drinking 100oz a day of Mountain Dew and a sleeve tattoo were required.
I came to watch the shot, but staying for the golfer’s ability to hit back-to-back successful high fives.
It’s glandular!
Please refer to my reply to boneheadotto
I do not want the Fiesta ST