Fuck no.

she loves me, she loves me not. she loves me, she loves me not...

stay classy.

Never forget.

these write-ups are the best goddam thing on jalopnik right now. cheers, man.

Hawt.

As a political scientist: fuck Mark Halperin and his cult of “insider knowledge.”

But seriously.

Salsbury Fucking Dodge in Baton Rouge.

Next level stoner music; really good on its own merits.

this is legit long-form. thanks. great read.

this seems like a bad idea.

that red interior is like...bright.

i want nothing to do with “pleasure” and “drew magary” being included in the same sentence.

This is some fucking unsustainable bullsit.

did you play “the sounds of silence” while texting?

Ergo SOP, I suppose.

This is a pile of rusted shit. I’ve enjoyed the last couple wrenchers, but, damn, this looks like an uphill battle accompanied by tetanus.

Dad: Son, I need this grain truck moved to the next field. Huh? Oh, the stick shift. Right. Okay, look, depress clutch and give it a little gas. You’ve got four speeds, and...ah, shit, the hi-lo toggle. Look, you’re gonna have to just grow up quick, here. Damnit it’s starting to rain. Alright, the hi-lo works just…

she is a national treasure.