Thin Mints—“two servings per box.” Thank you for the validation.

I’m not saying I would do it, but you make a good, um, point.

My neighbor’s Town Car, so he won’t fucking park it in my parking space all the time.

... I no longer give a shit about the opinions of mediocre white people.

That’s why I couldn’t have a car like that. It’s sad enough if/when I do that to my lowly Mazda.

Whatever. Call me when somebody decides to be the Singer of Volvo 140/240s.

And I thought I was the only one here who thought that...

The Scirocco white and the wheel white don’t match. Spent a lot of money to look cheap.

I’mma study it now... Okay, I’m done.

My Dad drove the Beetle and my Mom the Falcon. The Falcon was our road trip car, since it was the larger of the two. We thought nothing of packing our family of four into that car and driving from Winston-Salem NC to Pompano Beach FL back in the day. Now, a couple has one kid and it’s a big-ass crossover just to go…

Our “big” car was a ‘63 Ford Falcon Futura 2-door with three-in-the-tree.

I don’t think you’re joking. But I’m afraid the bar of what is considered “subtle” is getting lower all the time, thanks in no small part to the current occupant of the White House and his enablers on The Hill.  

Hatchback, then.

COTD.

Mmm, no. Mixing two good things doesn’t necessarily give you something twice as good. Sometimes it just dilutes both good things into one half-assed thing. Like Jack and Coke.

“Trade secrets?” I thought bullshit was public domain.

Looks like a respray on the passenger door.

“Imagine all the classy, retro, American fun I could have with my friends in my pillarless 4-door convertible with rear suicide doors.”

Evenif I didn’t agree with you (I do), I would have still given you a star for “billionty” and “Aidan, Brayden, and Kayden...”

“...it filled the role excellently...”