After owning a 1999 V6 5MT sedan I feel like this chart sums it up well:
Motherfucker should have been arrested when he named his son Chadwick.
Enough room to bring some friends.
I have been in Maine blueberry country during pollination season and have seen pallets of bee boxes out in the blueberry barrens. Side note: when you grow wild blueberries it’s not in an orchard or a field... it’s called a barren.
I hear it looks like this:
No time for the ol’ in-out love, I’m just here to read the meter.
Please phrase your answer in the form of a question.
“Honey, Help me hoist this trophy”