Right. (And it don’t think any V-8 would have would have fit, anyway.)

I disagree. There’s a guy around my town who has one (the exact one pictured, in fact) and it looks pretty good in person, the convertible top seems fun, and it sounds great. And I mean, it was never intended to be the slightest bit useful, so you can’t hold that against it.

They restored one of these on one of cable car shows (can’t remember which one), and right from the factory it was a hellish nightmare, and then on top of that, everything that could possibly break or fail did — spectacularly.

Two points:

Yeah, I don’t what’s going on with the recent ‘58 Impala fervor, because I think that car is as ugly as sin.

See, I love that car. A black 66-67 Charger with a red interior and that insane double-bucket back seat with its own center console (!) is as close to owning a Batmobile as you can get.

But it was an engine that a) didn’t sound right and b) wasn’t a V-8. Trust me, if they had shoved some 800-pound, 155-horsepower, oil-spewing POS eight-cylinder in it, it would have sold like hotcakes as long as it had a “V-8" badge on the side and went “blubba-blubba-blubba” as it rolled down the street.

Bill Murray: “Wait, I thought he was some guy repairing the copier — that was a bit?”

I could not be more in favor of this for one simple, obvious reason: many people are simply selfish, immature, irresponsible, substance-addled MORONS.

Note: This is not to start “which actress is the hottest” thread, I’m just genuinely curious.

For people who are fans of... cheap pens? Kay. Unless there’s a Swingline stapler edition, this has my vote.

Ha! The first thing I said when I saw that guy was “my god, his mom must be smokin’ hot.” That was a weirdly pretty man.

“That’s a one-ply kind of thought.” Classic.

Yeah, I was stunned by that as well. The show should be a meritocracy, not a waiting room.

Yeah, some poor guy definitely lost his dinner that night. :)

Yeah, I once ordered a Whopper and fries from a local Burger King drive through, and got home to discover no fries and a towering three-patty monstrosity where each layer was slathered in about a pint of mayonnaise and a dozen green chilies.

Another thing to keep in mind is that, unlike the other characters, Jackie was quite wealthy. (Although there might have been some subplot where her family lost all their money; can’t recall.)

Oh yeah, fondness/distain for any particular decade is obviously subjective. I thought the ‘90s were pretty meh; your mileage may vary.

Oh, I’m happy to hear that. So there’s one thing this boondoggle has going for it.

I see where you’re going, but that’s not really where I’m coming from. For me it’s just that as decades go, the ‘90s is probably the least interesting or nostalgia worthy decade of the past 100 years.