Haha.This is Texas: cyclists are always presumed to be in the wrong because they should have been in a truck with firearms, like all normal people.

In the Netherlands when an accident happens between a car and cyclist/pedestrians, the cyclist/pedestrian is by default right. The (car)driver has to proof that he is not to blame. Besides the fact that all drivers in NL were cyclists once (very little schoolbuses or car-lines at elementary) this helps to protect the…

Passenger seat heater on for takeout pizza. You’re welcome.

Fumoto Valve and saying “here kitty kitty”

All I want for Christmas is for people to stop comparing Dave Chapelle to Richard Pryor and George Carlin.

In case you haven’t seen the cancel culture comments from Bobcat Goldthwait

Geology is fucking awesome. 

The good old ground nail. So vile there was a movie made to promote it sixty years ago, and thirty years ago Mystery Science Theater roasted that.

“Honey, John DeLorean is your father” sounds better than “Nigel fucked me from behind on the hood of an Austin Princess after too many shots of scotch at the pub.”

But then the joke wouldn’t be funny.

This machine electrocutes fascists.

Woody Guthr-E.

When I bought my F-150, I started a Facebook group called ‘Liberal Truck Owners.’

This could be marketing gold.

Don’t ever change, Torch. 

If I learn the address, I’m not going to drive there, but will take public transportation. ‘Cause bussin’ makes me feel good!

They’re getting pricey for a reason (among them: it’s got a built-in bed from the factory). Honestly, no matter how old or ugly (and boy howdy they are), Elements are absolute gems of car camping, with friends, dogs, and kids alike, for reasons too numerous to list...

Fine the cleanest Honda Element, keep it forever, and invest the rest after the market starts to recover. It’ll serve you as an absolutely unbeatable campmobile, and it’ll be a fun daily driver...and it can even take care of much of what you’d use a pick-up for.  

Speaking as someone who works in the visuals arts, who has had to scrape and scrimp for every dollar for my creative endeavors, for this artist to completely fuck over the institution that paid him scads for their silly virtue signaling exhibit. Bravo, sir.  You have lived my dream.

Did a dinosaur shit on your hood?