I had one response to the political spam texts: “fuck off and die”. Then I blocked the number.

“something exists somewhere, therefore I must have it! Now!”

The point is they’re still there, and many of them you can’t disable or turn off notifications for.

At age fourteen, in and amongst the countless other activities that kept Mouton busy, she started driving her father’s Citroën 2CV. Before long, any thought of a career as domesticated as a lawyer, not when the sound of the engine was so intoxicating.

Right, there’s absolutely no racism in this anti-Chinese movement that has sprung up over the past few years

I mean, you went from “he was misinformed” to “he’s gotta be racist” really fast.

You’re also ugly as shit.

That’s not a mule. It’s a pre-production unit.

I just kept reading expecting to find something novel, but it really just boiled down to “stay at a hotel with amenities.”

And yet, nobody gives a fuck about you and what you care about or not.

I’m traveling along a surface street at ~50 mph and someone pulls out in front of me from a Burger King driveway.

Watch Matt Farah lift it a foot and a half, with truck tires, and put John Buffum’s own lightbar on the front, and dress up the interior with leftover fabric from his grandmother’s couch--and declare “now it’s finished and finally driveable”.

Do you get dizzy from up there on your perch of judgment?

You mean, like how the ricers do it with their Hondas?

The dress is blue.

My beemer moves the right hand mirror in and down when I select reverse.

Audi shares little with VW?

“bespoke”is a word from the 1600s brought back to life by pretentious bloggers desperate (and yet failing) to create a world for themselves in which they are relevant and not losers.

“Whatever. Fly-over. Fuck ‘em.”

the word is “manufacturer”. A manufacturer manufactures the car.