Nice read. I think working for the Petersen is one of my dream jobs!
There’s a 2000 Q45t in my neighborhood that I’ve been having strange feelings about.
The Rayton Fissore Magnum didn’t invent the luxury SUV category, but it was pretty far ahead of the game in 1985:
I’m sorry you’re not an adult.
We eventually graduated to iceballs at town plow trucks, but had to stop after one of the guys got out and started chasing us through the neighborhood.
Fuck the haters, this is a gorgeous car.
Twenty years later it’s absolutely hilarious, even for ol’ dad. Though I still don’t think I can describe in words the deadly silence that fell on the room. We also never got an answer, now that I think about it.
Five office detentions for throwing grapes at cars from my bus stop was bullshit.
I’ll have to think about myself, but I can tell you the time my 7-year-old brother asked our neonatologist father if “any babies kicked the bucket today” over family dinner did not end well.
Hypnotized
Move it, football head!
As a live tv control room worker that’s about six less fucks than usual in that situation.
I like this more than I should
Joe Flacco’s ACL is not elite.
You’re clearly not from around here.
Nice one.
Did you take this picture? Did it give the Infiniti guy a heart attack?
If that’s a real offer, help a fellow Kyle out!
I’m coming home from work one night, standing on the platform waiting for the Q train when I hear an unusual announcement: “POLICE. POLICE. Please meet the next arriving train on the uptown platform.” About thirty seconds later the train rumbles into the station, and I can’t help but notice that one of the middle cars…