Man, you gotta get the Lotto Jackpot Winner DLC for that one. Changes the entire nature of the gameplay.

Wheelers, if you can find it, is pretty good.

Methinks you’re drinking the wrong gin if it smells of ammonia.

I do love a well-made bramble. They can live or die by your choice of gin, though.

Started from third gear ... once ... by accident. Turns out, from a quick glance at the stick shift, first and third gears look remarkably similar. The lurch and RPM drop convinced me to never try that again.

Either replace the car or replace the driveway.

On Jalopnik, verbs optional.

Who bullies the bullies?

Absolutely, it does. Bun, mayo, slice of cheese, hot dog. This is the perfect order.

Your plan takes up more space (both in area and in width [and maybe length]) than the way it’s currently done. Also, how would it work if there’s several security lines in parallel (like every airport I’ve ever been to)?

“mise en place” is just French for “getting your poop in a group.”

List not necessarily in chronological order - unless you’re into that sort of thing.

Armpits, asshole, teeth, and crotch.

On a semi-related note, this morning I saw a (restored, maybe restomodded) Karmann Ghia with stickers proclaiming it was “battery powered.”

Indeed. All I was originally commenting on was the availability of targets for nuclear weapons located in Montana. They exist. They are there.

The whole video game is Wile E. Coyote terrain, from the basic gameplay. Obsessing over one moment in a string of ridiculous moments is not productive.

Those are biodegradable, so you should be fine.

Okay, how about: narrative causality. The story required it, so it happened.

Mechanical engineering would be a good starting point. Materials engineering as well. High energy physics. Some schools offer explosives engineering degrees as well.

I like it.