Or they fear you’re a creepy stalker who knows every, last detail of every throw-a-way part they ever did. And then their Ex-Speznaz bodyguards push you roughly to the ground, and put their knee in your back, while they rush her to the limo...

But wait!  There’s more!

Poor Ned Beatty; a long lived, awesome career and all anyone remembers is his bare ass in the woods, getting raped by some toothless billies...

I guess you really can “buy off” a revolution. So much for principles...

We make quite a pair.

If it’s not deadly rust heap, it’s ugly?

“Sometimes I see you having fun without me, and it just irritates me, so I make sure you don’t have fun.”

J.T.T.

I too, reject the “side hustle,” which is just another name for work.

You can’t tell me that Suzuki wouldn’t sell a shit-ton of these here.

Maybe not “rocket speed,” but anyone who has power-slided a 924 through a hair pin turn knows what’s up!

Because why do you fucking care about “not sweating” when you’re hooning a ripping Porsche through the twisties?

Jez is really slippin’ wit dis bullshit.

Most over-rated GM muscle car.  Ever.

LSD most definitely fucks up the brain.   

The term “conspiracy theory” was originally coined by CIA operatives to smear and besmirch anyone who questioned the Warren Report’s findings into the death of John F. Kennedy.

Sorry, but that’s bullshit. My dog is my daily companion. She is social, and needs to not only spend time with me, but other dogs and people as well. She’s well trained and cared for, and I’ve never taken her anywhere where she could possibly be a burden or inconvenience to anyone.

Muh fanger?

This is the single most awesome 318 to ever be conceived.