Rudy Rudy Rudy Rudy,
Do ya do ya do ya do ya,
Know what your doing, doing to me?
Rudy Rudy Rudy Rudy.

There’s a small town in Indiana that, when you leave Home Avenue, you either have to turn towards Church Street or Hooker Street. Choose wisely.

It’s the EclipseCross Fast & Furious Edition

All I see is a nutcracker mouth gaping wide open for the next chestnut... It's creepy and a deal breaker for me (if I was in the market, but I'm not. I'll ask my brother his stance later since he is a huge Z fan and potential buyer).

I dont usually respect Lewis that much for his personality and tendency to complain whenever hes not winning, but god damn if he didnt pull back all those respect points for this.

I actually know some things about this type of thing.

It’s because the world is a flaming pile of shit right now, and everything sucks. And seeing joy is just about all we fucking have. And this girl is joy. And pretty fucking talented. And super fucking cool. And we all need that in our lives.

Hey guys,

Donate here instead.

aye dog, have some water, you too drunk of the easily accessible horsepower we got these days. 

Are you new here or something?   This is like bread and butter to most of us.

David, thanks for these amazing rundowns with input from Torch, probably the single thing that keeps me coming back to this blog.

Slob on My Knob is my favorite Big Star b-side. That band got interesting after Chris Bell left. 

Me, a Memphian: No love for Three 6 Mafia? Or Big Star?

Jalops: I’d pay a premium for a manual!

Wow. When Red Bull says this, you know you done been called out:

Surely you mean this 4-time F1 champion? 

And Hard Target! Brimley’s Cajun accent deserves an Oscar and Van Damme’s sweaty mullet deserved a Nobel Peace Prize!

I don’t love the analogy, but I still think you’re correct.

“I’m Doug and I’m outta heeeeeere....”