(Sigh). Another one of these ship/firetruck/airplane/Sherman tank on my lawn stories. Look, I know the editors of Jalopnik want to be cool neighbors, not regular neighbors, but these are getting tired. I’m gonna be the not cool neighbor and say that I don’t want to gaze upon your Winnebago-sized hobby every fucking…
Quiet, comrade! Loose lips sink dictatorships!
Not one of those leg-shaving spandex-swaddled assholes got off their bike to scratch her behind the ear and praise her for being such a good dog. Seriously, fuck those guys.
I was in elementary school when my cousin and I were riding the bus home, the girl who lived down the street told us to go tell our Grandma that we were going to play at her house. When we got off the bus we did just that and walked down to her house, I think her name was Mallory? I can’t remeber now. She took us…
Trumps an asshole who lost the vote.
I’m okay with this.
Drug memoirs are so boring. I can’t decide which I like less - new mom think-pieces or reminiscences by a junkie.
Help us Obi Wan Trudeau.
Talk about flipping the community the bird...
What I then saw confounded and amazed me. The sweep of the pendulum had increased in extent by nearly a yard. As a natural consequence, its velocity was also much greater. But what mainly disturbed me was the idea that had perceptibly descended. I now observed — with what horror it is needless to say — that its nether…
Considering we don’t even recognize ISIS as a nation (nor should we), what exactly do you want Congress to declare war on? An idea?
Pfizer’s bottom line begs to differ.
This isn’t your job. Stand down.
Congratulations, Mr. Tommy861, on the night edition of COTD! My award to you is a go kart which this lovely lady will deliver while she is hammering the shit out of it.
I for one support sending Trump to the moon.
I find irony in the fraction
“Quart” is misspelled on that badge.
