They are speculating on the whereabouts of their doors.

I think that any vehicle named “Warthog” would be worthy of proud ownership solely by virtue of its name.

“rather than some chicken-little environmentalist who didn’t know the difference between a Hemi and a semi.” Now THAT is some cutting edge front line journalism that has been sorely lacking on this website for way too long, sir. I am suitably impressed.

Keep fighting the good fight, Torch. That journalism degree can’t help but start paying off pretty soon.

He ran out of airspace.  And talent.

I knew that buffalo.  He had already come down with the flu and wasn’t feeling all that great anyway.

Well, for all practical purposes, I am retired from my trade (and everything else) now, so I doubt I’ll be traveling out to San Diego again, especially being the perennial scofflaw/fuckup that I’ve always been.

I went to San Diego probably around 1995 or so for a contractors convention related to my trade and got a parking ticket in my goddam rental car, for Christ’s sake. (I’m from Texas).  Needless to say, I ignored it and lo and behold, I got billed for it. I must say, they are vigilant out there. I haven’t been back…

He shoulda hot-footed it to the hospital.

xanax

Oh shit, Bradley.  Now we gonna have two of ya’ll?

Aimee, after a COTD like that, you’re just gonna have to cheese it.

Bring it to Harbor Freight and take advantage of their $19.95 warranty.

Dude.

Hiding information from my current significant other has always been a higher priority with me.

Looks like all those vitamins and hormones finally started paying off for Mary Jane.

I had a ‘79 El Camino. I believe it had the 307 in it. I read somewhere after I got rid of it that it only had 105 HP. Wouldn’t pull a sick kid off a tricycle.

Sunrise. He lost his Silverado last night in a poker game and had to borrow his daughter’s VW so he could go feed the cows.

My father had one of those. That thing was a cockwagon.

That cooter was on a mission from God.