To which I would retort,”What makes you think you’ll be capable of giving me grandchildren when I get done with you?”
To which I would retort,”What makes you think you’ll be capable of giving me grandchildren when I get done with you?”
Who are the twins?
I’m in! I’m moving and will need a new router. This is just what I need. Thanks for the heads-up.
I’m in! I’m moving and will need a new router. This is just what I need. Thanks for the heads-up.
My wife and I bought an ‘85 new. It rode horribly, didn’t get great gas mileage, didn’t handle, had crappy brakes, was noisy, slow, and uninspiring. The only good thing about it was that it never broke down—ever. In all the years we owned it, it never left us stuck—not counting the time my wife high-centered it on a…
Every wrenching session on my Trailblazer or my wife’s Prius involves copious use of my wallet.
Same thing happened at Raceway Park in Englishtown, NJ.
That would be me, and my friend Larry—who died suddenly earlier this year. God, I miss him.
Every time I’m behind one of these vehicles this is all I see:
Jeez, you look just like my brother. Poor bastard...
“My Uncle has a country place, that no-one knows about...”
+1 for “jamoke” meaning jerk/fool/idiot in NJ.
Hmmm...no burnouts, no chirping upshifts, no chirping downshifts, no tire-screeching turns, no excessive RPM/bumping off the rev limiter, no drifting, no slamming the shifter, no eating in the car... Abuse? Nope. Joyriding? Absolutely!
Looks like a new battery cable.
I’ve been following this car for several years. As I recall, asking price was about $4500 in 2009 from a small independent used-car shop in a suburban neighborhood. It sat for better than 5 years with no takers. I noticed that it was gone and now I know where it went.
Screens. They need screens. THey are especially useful on nice days.
Yes, but Congress hasn’t made such a law. That action is reserved to this individual states. Hence, no nationally required federal driver’s license.
I threw up a little bit in my mouth.
I was a dumbass 16 year old, like everyone else. I did, however, know that if I got caught screwing up I was in for a world of hurt. That was called PARENTING.
Yeah, and who’s responsibility is that? Juvenile Justice system? School? Local government?