If you don’t know of the grand experiment in late-hair-metal era class and elegance that was rebadging a Chrysler LeBaron convertible as a Maserati, permit me (and by me, I mean Wikipedia) to acquaint you with it.
This is something even Car & Driver gets wrong, and they get it wrong all the time. You’ll be reading an article about a turbo dreamcar when you read a line about engine roaring, turbo whistling, “wastegates snorting” and you may keep reading without so much as a kindly “WTF?”
We all know that nightmare that’s at the dead end of the beggar’s road you travel when you realize you need a ride home from the airport. The first 2-3 stops on that road are hypothetical ones, when you decide which friend you’re allowed to subjugate to your will. Do they owe you for that free kidney? Will you have to…
Rejoice, Jezzaddicts: Top Gear looks like it’s on its way back, at least for a brief time, and live, and no it’s not called Top Gear anymore, but yes, it will feature all three hosts.
The death threats are already circling the offices of the BBC after the national broadcaster's Tony Hall dropped the axe (presumably from a ladder) onto aphoristic fisticuffsman Jeremy Clarkson.
An assistant principal of a Central Florida elementary school is in hot water for apparently texting about teachers' "Vaginas on fire," though he claims that was not the intent when he sent texts to the school's principal, which have since gone public.
Will Hauver was a fun-loving prankster who just happened to have diabetes from when he was a kid. It was a lifelong battle that didn't stop him from constantly pulling jokes on everybody he met.
So what happens when a classy, wealthy suburb tries for years to get its only strip club closed down but can't? It passes enough laws until the business finally breaks one of them after the better part of half a century, then the city buys it (them?) with the intent of deflating them with a wrecking ball.