Looks like something out of Hanna-Barbera’s “Wacky Racers”, prime Saturday morning fare for this young lad.

As a former employee of a company that was a tier I, II and III supplier to the automotive industry, I’ve dealt with this before and it ain’t pretty.

When I first saw the picture, I thought the McLaren had driven through the front window of the shop.

How does this not get caught in an audit? Also, will the school system now be on the hook for the money she fraudulently claimed from the government?

Dr. Strange saw only one chance to win. Since we can assume that some form of a “win” will occur in the sequel, then everything that happened—good or bad— needed to happen for the desired outcome to take place.

Palindrome!

How about if you sprayed a layer of flex seal before you drove the screws in, then added another layer over top of the screw heads? Might this obviate the need for an inner tube?

“Nah, you’ll never have to parallel park. Donworryaboudit!”

Quick. Somebody call Tavarish!

I just moved out of Radford. Lived there for 23 years. Went down the road to Dublin. Small world indeed.

“With Enzyte, Everybody Wins!

I don’t mind people eating in the car—I raised three children. I just wish they’d be better about picking up after themselves. When you leave my car, take your shit with you.

Crack Pipe every day and twice on Sunday. Also I had Legionnaires Disease. :-(

In my poorer, younger days, I towed a 1963 Ford Falcon Tudor 6 blocks to my friend’s garage with his 1969 GTX and a stout electrical extension cord.

I’d say the smell was...EPIC.

Feature a car from Roanoke, VA, and you can channel your inner 12-year-old with it’s previous moniker: Big Lick.

No, the front fell off.

Parents who are willing to cosign have already demonstrated that they do not have any financial common sense.

Dat green, tho...

Hold my beer. I’ll be right back.