I have a chihuahua mix. Surface of the Sun would be on the chilly side for that damn dog.

God-dammed, son-of-a-bitching, mother-f**king proxy server at work not letting me post. My dream car is a 1970 Plymouth GTX 440+6 in Plum Purple. Look at it mother-f**kers:

68F? 68F!

Lava. Specifically pahoehoe. I mean, look at it:

I married a woman from Western Penn. At the first family wedding I attended, I was not prepared for the cookie table. There is no preparing for the cookie table. There is only the cookie table.

Don’t lie to them in the first place?

Did they really spell “arrange” wrong in the first sentence?

I once made a carmelized shallot gravy for a vegetarian that was so good it’s become my go-to Thanksgiving gravy every year.

On the map, they have New Mexico preferring Bud Light, but their list ranking shows a preference for La Cumbre. This may come as a shock to some, but something on the Internet was wrong.

And that may be the problem: I didn’t grow up watching the B&W movies it was based on. But it also points out that the movie won’t stand as “hilarious” on its own - it’s only funny in reference to something else.

Young Frankenstein. I’ve heard from so many old farts how hilarious this movie is. I re-watched it recently and don’t think I laughed at all - I had to turn it off after an hour because it was so dull. I’m guessing maybe it was funny by 1970's comedy standards, but it does not hold up.

Let’s think about this logically. You’re going to want something with 4WD. It should be medium-sized; too small and you won’t be able to carry all your supplies, too big and you limit your mobility. Diesel would be a good option, since you may need to resort to biodiesel or other alternative fuels. You want something…

The possibilities are endless.

Rocket launchers behind the headlights.

Hatch is a town in New Mexico - the word should be capitalized.

Any rental car. Regardless of the 0 to 60 time, I’m going to find it.

Step 1: Get job writing for a car-related website.

My go-to meal for my wife is chicken-fried cube steak, cheap mac-and-cheese (not Kraft anymore, but Annie’s), and, if I’m feeling fancy, brown gravy.