I see the image of a giant mouse on her knee. I know... I’m weird.

I would never want to get my $295 umbrella wet.

I demand an update on Dragon Vette.

I’ve known a few Dougs in my life. Beware.

If Fiestas, yes... Festivas, no.

I’m more interested in that little model by the designer’s keyboard.

Oh, the new Brian Atwoods are in early this year.

Duct tape is your friend. Look, it’s Ben. Still CP.

... or rearranged.

At least she took off her stilettos.

Wheee

“I went racing for the women, but I got to like the cars.”

This...

Excellent piece, thank you.

I don’t blame you. I’m having issues with kinja, sorry.

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We’ll have flying cars by then.

Nice tats.

Lean on me, when you’re not strong. And I’ll be your friend, I’ll help you carry on.

Takes me back to Dr. Paul Bearer, ‘playing’ his Frankensteinway.