Tragic lack of drifting.

🙏🏽

Would be happy to downsize and pay real monies for this.

As soon as my kids are out of diapers and car seats, big papa is getting himself a pair of jean overalls and a fuckin’ vette.

Shoo, federale don’t even have the bread to buy the fake handbag.

Technically, these are billed as “continuations,” rather than reproductions. Like 80 percent of the car’s components are swappable with the original, and the VINs are somehow patterned are the 105 originals. Still a replica in a strict sense, but a pretty badass one nevertheless. I wouldn’t mind if she ate crackers…

Any lawyer types know: If convicted of possession of child porn, is that admissible in future trials of sexual abuse? I would think that that will be an especially damning conviction that I can only hope would seal his fate in all of these trials of abuse.

+1 presidential cooter grab

+1 jar of Smuckers!!1!1!!!

Enjoying something and getting fucked over are not mutually exclusive. I have a PhD, ask me how I know! ;)

😍 Loaf, you’re a gentleman and a scholar. I salute you. My spouse? Not happy.

I know. It’s incredibly abusive.

DT is a real treasure for car nerds who geek on the engineering aspect of the automotive hobby. Whatever they are paying him isn’t enough.

Absolutely. The sheer volume of (dramatic) visual changes communicated that even they don’t believe in the product’s curb appeal. New ones look the biz though, to be fair.

Damn that’s a much meaner stance. The subtlely wider rear fenders do wonders for making this look more suited to spirited driving on back roads rather than a slow jaunt to the hair salon

In that order: wife and child means federale’s golf game is the schworst.

Sure. But just because something is culturally acceptable doesn’t make it normatively appropriate, much less estimable. At one time, child labor, barring women from owning property, and restricting access to the vote and were all culturally appropriate—enjoying apathy, if not wide support, from among the masses.…

That description is nope as fuck. Working on your wedding day out of some sense of vocational obligation? Perhaps admirable in a dedication sense, but so depressing from every other aspect. Love what you do and all that, but getting fucked over a barrel in the process? Nah. I like my wife and kid and golf too much for…

It also costs a small fortune.*

Less than a half dozen, in fact. To adjust for that much dope is as much an excercise in calculus as it is in pushing hardware to its limits.