Who am I to belittle the fool who parts with his money? Have at it, guy-with-way-more-money than-taste-and-who-is-probably-compensating-for-multiple-things-including-but-not-limited-to-a-small-penis.

If I recall correctly, there was a part of Washington Blvd (before recent construction) that was covered with an enormous sheet of iron. I don't know what was under that piece of metal, but I always assumed it was a hole. This development does not surprise me.

There's a dealer up here that exclusively sells WRX/STi's with rebuilt titles. And their inventory turnover is pretty high. They're dirt cheap (comparatively), I'm really tempted to buy one.

I bet it's like riding a motorcycle in the sky.

What's that google? You want to drive my car?

I liked the part when the lambo vagina punned.

Jokes on you honda. I'm too poor to afford your bastardized "NSX" child and I'm going to buy a BRZ.

Wes has taken my thoughts and feelings out of my brain and used them to make a coherent article on Jalopnik again.

Have you seen one in person? There's a guy with a silver one who drives around Woodward occasionally, it's one of the most striking cars I've ever seen on the road. It has a presence comparable to a Lamborghini or Ferrari. Now, it may not be as good looking as either, but it has a presence nonetheless. Quite the…

The wheels are kinda ugly. WAY TO GO NISSAN.

Basket weaves.

This guy is trolling. DO NOT REPLY.

Well then, my resume:

What about your crimes against the English language, Jesus. WHO WILL PAY FOR THOSE CRIMES? WHO?

Yeah I meant Sean. QUESTION REMAINS.

Sam Smith is an intern? How do I become an intern, Wes?

Plate is on the swing arm. What now, coppers?

Counter Counter point: Catch me on this, stupid cops!