I heard there was a video here of two kids in wet t-shirts sitting in the backseat of a car, is that correct?

My mind is boggled at the comments I’m reading down here. Everything from “he’s an asshole,” to “he doesn’t care about his kids safety.”

What. The. Fuck. Are you people serious?!

1. The kids seem to be having fun. Hell, I’d love to try this challenge. I dunno any kid that wouldn’t find this amusing.

2. The dad seems to…

Here’s another one:

Golden wheel arches? I’m lovin’ it.

My rare Midwestern Oxidization Coach Company 1986 Ford Ranger had built in foot coolers AND calf moisturizer/exfoliator.

And now he’s going to be disqualified for having the runs.

You’re missing low flying pelicans, pokemon go, inaccurate tire pressure gauges, and showing off for the kids who are filming you leave Cars & Coffee.

Those who saw Evans expose himself said that it was no big deal.

The ant worked hard to store enough food for the winter.

“Check out my new whip! She told me not to buy it, but she’s gonna bite my head off no matter what I do, so I might as well do what I want. #YOLO”

Damn PG, I woke up so calm and happy, about to take the kids to the neighborhood pool for a nice afternoon... And then you drop this post on me.

Maybe it’s a fun drive, but I refuse to drink the Kool Aid — this is a hideously ugly car.

Here’s my message to Bernie supporters, the precious snowflake Millennials:

You could eventually iron things out with her.

If I bought it, it might drive a wedge between me and the missus.

It’s a trap!

I’m not a good enough driver for a 115-hp golf cart. I’d rather just putter around.

You need some balls to drive that thing.

Too much green, though. And it’s a bit of a hazard.

115 HP? That’s about par for the course.