I was screaming this in my head.  Thank you.

There is nothing inherently inferior about muscle memory.  

It’s shared with the general public when you’re driving down the road...what’s the big deal?

That’s the white flag cubby.

In Chicago it’s a Mexican Speed Wrench. 

It ain’t the bread...it’s the meat. As delicious as premie calf lung sounds there IS a trade off. 

Not even close to the truth.

Holy fuck.  That can’t be real.  

I thought that, too.  So I tried it at 51.   Not bad...

But what about pop?

We can be fairly certain the Old Guy wasn’t texting. What we can only guess about  Reasonably Young Guy is why this slacker/stoner was in Taco Bell at 2:30pm. Oh right, no job has fallen in his lap that provides for his well-deserved vacation days, accommodates his demanding vaping needs and adjusts their workday to…

There is nothing but truth in what this man says.

Franzia Crisp White is a fine substitute. 

The “Transformers-ization” of everything.

I’ve owned 2 Conquests, an ‘86 and an ‘88 (red over black, just like the ‘87 in the picture). First wife totaled the ‘86. First wife took the ‘88 in the divorce. Those cars can hurt you in so many ways. But it’s the only  car I continue to covet.  First wife, not so much.  

Rotel what? Rotel is a brand name for a line of canned tomato products around Chicago

L O fucking L

Ferrous flaps, it’s shooting brake   

Hour 15, hour 30, tops. 

This.