That may be the creepiest shit I’ve ever seen. 

Jamboroo is easily one of my favorite pieces of content here but, man, the new Al Davis thing is a pretty rough stretch of road. 

Man, I love this car... at $4k. Even as sorted as this thing is, MKIVs will nickel and dime you to death.

A class envy piece full of snark. Shocking. 

I initially read this as “my keys were stuck in my cat” which kind of marginally made more sense. 

Ass Kill Zero is definitely going to be the name of my new band.

It was the halcyon days of 1989 and I was tripping my balls off after munching a few hits of blotter on campus. In a parking lot of maybe 200 parking spaces, it took me ~6 hours to find my car. So, yeah, it’s absolutely possible to lose a whole car... at least while peaking on acid. 

One of the vehicles I see regularly during my commute is a lifted brodozer which the dingus owner has festooned with the following team stickers:

Patriots, Lakers, Duke, Yankees, and #3 (presumably Dale Earnhardt Sr.). He is like patient zero of the demographic at which that awful jersey is targeted.

My wife, a lovely and thoughtful woman, purchased a very expensive Redskins jacket for my birthday a couple of years ago. What she hadn’t realized is I had abandoned this morally bankrupt team and cringed at the thought of wearing the fucking jacket in public. 

Coincidentally, she had also been imploring me to lose…

How many dollars would you part with for a PPV of 55 y/o Michael Jordan going one-on-one with 50 y/o LaVar Ball? Realistically, MJ would destroy him (assuming he still has at least several working limbs) so, esentially, the question is how many dollars would you part with to watch LaVar get wrecked?

Is the Kia Soul a hatch or a crossover? Also, is it appropriate commuter fare for a 47 year old man. Asking for a friend. 

Hopefully, Rambong Leesorkanka doesn’t get knocked out of the NOTY so decisively.

Should be a breeze. I did a 20hr trip, straight through, in a 97 Chevy Lumina. Pretty sure I was asleep for 20 of those hours.

Holy shit. Some of the replies to this are pain inducing.

When I was a kid, my neighbor owned a Pacer. And a Gremlin. And a Matador. I’m reasonably sure he murdered hookers in his spare time.

I work with a guy, who is likely north of 60 y/o, that does a full pants drop at the urinal. It’s... disconcerting.

Aberrant behavior aside, the floor in front the urinal is usually saturated with piss and this lunatic drops his pants all the way to the floor.  

From the site:

The slush box counterpart of this car was my daily for several years. Mechanicals were mostly rock solid and the car, overall, was a goddamn tank. Electrical and self leveling suspension issues made the ownership experience a bit less satisfying though.

“I believe that is a Lithuanian sex act involving a mule and two Balls”

Nice outcome for all but that wasn’t even really close. The guy on the bike had plenty of time to clear the Escape. Both parties are certainly culpable but had the rider been exercising more situational awareness, he would have anticipated the Escape pulling out in front of him. This situation would have elicited…