I successfully defended a woman on vehicular manslaughter charges arising from her running down and killing an elderly man with senile dementia. He found the car keys that his children hid, went for a drive, got lost, ran out of gas, and walked out in front of my client as she drove down the freeway.

My takeaway is “Beige pubes, spider hostel, staining.”

Now I wanna see Ed Asner kick their asses.

It’s the only way to keep it neutral in the corners, brah!

Googled the fruit-douches. It checks out.

Maybe a big mean dog leashed to each sign...

A callow dandy with a heart of bold.

It’s gotta be an espresso maker, right?

That’s a really nice brown color in the first video.

Anagrams are more fun - Chevrolet gives us the Volt Cheer, the Overt Lech, and the Vole Retch; Cadillac gives us the I Call Cad and the Lilac Cad, and Rolls Royce gives us the Sorry Cello.

Look, man - nobody here is going to buy your Jeep.

Pretty much everything makes these chickenshits fear for their lives. Black folk more than anything.

Keep tellin’ ya, brother - the cake is a LIE!

Total fatalities down 1.2% from 2018; Fatality Rate per 100 Million Vehicle Miles Traveled down from 1.13 to 1.11 from 2018, and from 1.36 in 2007.

They always came out laughing and dazed.

If there aren’t a hundred cops on the payroll with documented histories of firable offenses, I’m not a middle-aged man with a gut.

When I drove delivery trucks, we’d have the extra guys get in the back of the truck and secure them to the walls with cargo straps.

You’re the only person I know of likely to be persecuted over vehicular excrescences on two continents at once.

This was clearly the work of Dr. Brown and Mr. Pibb.

Too bad the design is accompanied by genuinely abysmal execution. They’re like the automotive equivalent of Marxism - a great idea that just won’t work.