And Mary Barra was like “See, the Cobalt actually saved someone!”
And Mary Barra was like “See, the Cobalt actually saved someone!”
I would absolutely watch that.
100 = Subcompact with 3 doors.
I found this crazy mood swing to be quite puzzling, then I noticed it occured after a meeting with president Cheeto. It makes sense now.
He acquired the STD of the car world, so I don’t feel too bad for him.
So when he called America’s media the “enemy of the American people” or when he had a nuclear strategy session in a public restaurant or when he declared himself the “least racist person” — then asked a black reporter to set up a meeting for him with her friends in the Congressional Black Caucus or when he publicly…
SAAAAAAAAAAAAAB!!!
It gives those tools/items character. I have recently changed my motto to quality over quanity and really try to buy the nicest thing that I can afford when looking for something. I want to buy something once, not have some buy/break/buy again cycle, that just sucks. Granted there is a price point where quality turns…
Exactly. And why change anything if California and Europe’s regulations aren’t going away?
I wonder if car manufactures will actually do anything differently though.
I’m guessing that the NASA engineers probably didn’t have 70 years of gunk to remove before they failed this goal over a weekend and some beer, though. lol
I just keep waiting for HRC to come out of the woodwork and say, ‘You got Punked’. Then I will be angry for 30 seconds and forgive her.
I think my eyes may have been temporarily stuck from rolling them so hard when some of my husband’s friends complained that they couldn’t find any “real Irish pubs,” in DUBLIN. They’re like “I dunno, it just wasn’t very Irish.” I’m like what? You can only SEE the leprechauns and rainbows if you’re a real believer,…
It’s a show that I watch in exactly one situation: when I’m bored at night in a hotel and am trying to recall if it is actually as bad as I think. It never disappoints.
Yep. Of all the white people I have met in my 28 years of life, the percentage of them who ask me to “talk Jamaican/speak Jamaican/say something in Jamaican etc.” after learning I’m from Jamaica hovers somewhere around 65 percent. I wish I were joking.