Congratulations, Oppo, you can afford any three cars you want. Sadly, your purchases must all be made at a dealership run by O. Henry, so there are some caveats.
I’m sitting in Starbucks in Manhattan and this little girl, who’s maybe about eight, is telling her mom this story:
This tile on the list of frequently visited websites makes me too happy and I don’t want to have it replaced with a different title.
In theory, this is supposed to make it so cars at an opposing intersection can’t jump the light, by making it look like it’s blank. The problem is, even head on, they look blank from a distance of more than 50 feet, which means anyone who isn’t familiar with patterns in the intersection invariably brakes hard when…
This 100,000 mile Marauder that’s slightly overpriced at $9500
See, the model number on the Matchbox is old and faded
She’s living in L.A. with my best old ex-XJ
A car she said she knew well and sometimes hated
For years I’ve been saying that what Kinja mobile really needed was the ability to drag photos to upload while on your phone. I inserted the screenshot the old fashioned way, just to demonstrate how great this new feature is. Here are some photos added with this new drag and drop feature:
But OE parts availability sure isn’t one of them. Granted, at $60 with shipping, I could have gotten much better speakers, but the stereo is already pretty good and I don’t want to have to tear apart a second door or deal with any harnesses.
The Dandy Warhols are a terrible band. But if they came ten years later, hipsters would be all over that shit. Are they a good band? No. But they’re the band you deserve. I have to listen to bullshit like Father John Misty, so you fuckers can listen to this.
I only know you from your hour rule posts, and I only star those related to British cars.
One day Charles came to me and said “what’s your poison?” I said “oh, well, I like gin.” “Try Aviation” he said and walked off.
I don’t technically have to go to work tomorrow. No one will miss me—except in the existential way that everyone misses me—because everyone is out. I don’t want to go, but I don’t not want to go. I’m just ambivalent and almost out of beer.
This was a question a professor once asked in college on the first day of class (his phrasing was “something unique not related to your major, I don’t care about that”). It was very disappointing, because college students are not unique. Consequently, I thought that was a great question.
I went to the fridge to grab another, but through some magic it’s gone. This is now easily one of my mandatory beers to pick up when I go to buy beer.
A few years ago I was in Uzbekistan working with an Italian and some French people. The thing about Uzbekistan, like most former SSRs, is that they delight in giving shit to Americans. Every checkpoint (and SSRs have a lot of checkpoints) went like this: my French and Italian colleagues get passed through without a…
It’s already hot and everything sucks and people are behaving like assholes and people are driving like assholes. My advice? Embrace the heat.
Don’t stop. Give it all you got.
This is not a bad beer. I prefer Gose to be saltier, but the melon and cucumber notes are pleasant and it’s refreshing for 91° weather. But drinking it makes me feel sick.