A few years ago, in a failed experiment with a cat flap pet door, I fought a boar raccoon to settle the question of who would get the kitchen at four in the morning. That raccoon fought like hell, and several times it could have gone either way. The cats were no help, and I swore that I’d be moving their litter box…

You are correctly configured.

Well, you could easier say that the Muskrat is Ford’s SL, if one wanted to be a pedantic dickwhistle about it, and I do.

Tom Cotton doesn’t exist. The evidence just isn’t there.

English minor here; can confirm no irony.

It is not a Muskrat.

Can confirm “that blue.”

Concur. The Pagota-top SL...

The heart has its reasons of which reason knows nothing.

The stuff I yearn for. Lotus Europa Special Twincam John Player Motherfriggin’ Special. A backbone chassis that’s pretty much a ‘70s Formula Three car with a light and spritely Ford twincam four originally meant to run a fireman’s water pump onto which is bonded challenging but evocative bodywork made entitely from…

Everyone likes a little.

Concur.

Everyone likes a little widebody.

Can confirm it makes me want to buy a Mazda.

One test I use to see if a car is appropriate is whether or not St. Peter would piss his pants laughing when it blows through the pearly gates backwards and on fire.

The Joel from the MST3K thing, with the robots, seems ok enough. Other than him, I can’t think of a Joel that I like.

Nope. I’m a Joseph.

I drove a borrowed 12-cylinder 80s xj coupe once. It was like being pulled along by a massive rubber band, and the noise was just exquisite.

Minty.

Can confirm the topography in much of Arkansas is fine. Also, you can shoot all the wild pigs you want.