I got hit by a LeMons type of car on I-290 in downtown Chicago. It was a 1988 325i convertible with 45ooo miles. Considering I was in shock, and an idiot, I drove that car for 15 miles home to see if I could get it repaired. So much weird technique driving that thing.

The worst theft were taking a disabled placard for my car. It was hanging on another mechanic’s mirror. Instead of calling cops, we “settled it out of court”.

The #10 is so effective.

Clarification please - both are in New York

If you don't know 288 GTO and say you're an enthusiast, I say bunk. Watching one fly by in Chicago onto Lake Shore Drive made me an auto junkie for life.

Use your pull, friend.

I sat in a Chicago firefighter's house, and Dan Rather said 20,000 dead including 800 firefighters. We all wept. I'll never forget that,

Stop.

Hunter Pence DVRs Caillou.

"I KNAW WAT IT HEAD IS MATE." - Rooney

Hunter Pence takes a doody during ultimate frisbee games.

For you a slow clap (and a free Lollapalooza t shirt )from Rahm

that's it-i'm buying Richard, Alex and everybody else some substandard lager.

The correct answer is "My Dad's White 'Shrooms". No pan needed...and a pan needed.

I'm living proof of that. I had mine in 1989 for exactly 2 weeks before it burned like a Ferrari.

My skin is crawling because everyone's skin is crawling.

I have done this at Bally's and Paris in Las Vegas, as well as the downtown Hilton in Minneapolis. This does work, just be subtle and ask for a complimentary upgrade.

If you have Zeppelin at 8/10 in the background while you eat this steak with a buncha Charles Shaw cabernet, you'll find that heaven is on earth in your big ears and gaping maw.