Whelp now I want a hotdog.

I adamantly refuse to eat any of those Doritos Locos Tacos, because you have to draw the line somewhere.

That's fair. I would argue that the things that the game allows you to do (namely have a unicorn orgy around a giant 10 foot phallus) colors my interpretation of it.

You know, there's nothing actually wrong with the Stingray or the Chevelle in and of themselves. I'm not a huge fan of excessive chrome, but those wheels are far from the worst I've ever seen.

Kipotableh!

Don't know if this is visible out of the grays, but I got your back:

Omg...I clicked the link. I'd never seen Scott Walker before, but you're right. I had an immediate desire to punch my screen right then. It's like they combined every single douchey bro's bro in the country and distilled off their undeserved smugness and made it into this guy.

I'm afraid I have a much more violent reaction to photos of Scott Walker than mere punching would solve.

I love how this amazing car has basically broken the souls of all commentors into a whimpering stammering mess of either amazing jokes or amazingly dumb statements.

That is the power of the Hoonicorn.

Yes, and the car is called the Hoonicorn.

Ken Block's Gymkhana 7 Car Is A Monstrous 845 HP AWD 1965 Ford Mustang

Doing this to a Mustang feels so wrong but it just looks so damn right.

Seriously, this thing... It's utterly bonkers. Everything about it goes to 11, then snaps the knob off, lights it on fire, and throws it on an exploding gascan. Then it walks away while the world explodes.