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iamnotgroot-areyou

JMFC, people.

So what you’re saying is that for the second time in four years, Goran Dragic is going to get royally screwed.

A Grand Cherokee with a Hellcat engine?

Suns fan to Suns fan, embrace your anger. Let it flow through you! Use it to strike down Emperor Sarvertine, and your journey to the Dark Side WILL... BE... COMPLETE.

*sigh*

And this is why, when I decided to gamble with my sanity and buy a BMW, I followed in the footsteps of DeMuro the Great and Wise and bought it at Carmax, accompanied by the “We’ll Replace Damn Near Anything!” warranty.

That’s my point. They couldn’t handle it. I love me my NASCAR, but with a scant few exceptions, there is no way in hell they could handle this.

Shiiiiit.

Hey, don’t bring mint juleps into this... they’ve done nothing wrong.

That’s Sara Underwood, dude. This may be the best COTD model $kaycog has pulled yet.

F**king chicken selects. That shit was GOOD. I was so pissed when McD’s took them off the menu.

My wife and I are childless. In spite of that, we both have crossovers - me, a BMW X1; her, a Mazda CX-5.

That’s actually what happens after you’ve eaten at the USCG Station Seattle chow hall.

WAT.

Fuck him.

I had one of these in high school - ‘95 model, white exterior, maroon interior. It was a retired GSA fleet vehicle, so it was in pretty good condition when I got it in ‘98 (it helped that it had spent its entire GSA career being driven by one US Army recruiting supervisor, specifically my father).

I’m really not pleased with the direction the Cup series has gone this year. Was Miss Sprint Cup a sexist position? Ya damn skippy it was. The idea that we still “need” attractive female presenters for this sort of thing is so damn outdated and troglodytolicious it’s not even funny. BUT AT LEAST THEY WORE THE SAME

Given that this car looks like a hybrid of ‘80s Lamborghini and Ferrari design language, I’m a little surprised it doesn’t just burst into flame upon starting.

I went to Italy right after my senior year of high school, back in 2000. First day there, on the highway from Milan to Lido di Jesolo, I watched in vast amusement as a Smart Car, coming up to the merge point at the end of its lane, decided to play chicken with the late ‘80s Chevy Suburban in the next lane over.