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Hetfield's Yeayah Coach
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Money spend on defense contracts yields less to the economy than money spend on schools, social programs and other peaceful production jobs. Every bomb that is built is cash wasted, until that bomb comes off a shelf to be used. Money spent on engineers for $1.5T programs like the F35 could just as easily been spent

The Fedora: helping you spot who to avoid since the early 1990s!

"Had to hit the game winner at the gym today."

"So, Commissioner Goodell, would you say that this issue entirely boils down to semantics?"

Having seen one up close, it's unbelievable that these are over fifty years old. The contrast shown in the gradual progression of aircraft from 1932 to 1942 and then to 1952 seems logical but this, from 1962, makes it look like aliens appeared and helped us build something.

This is messed up, now nobody on Jalopnik will buy a Veyron.

I'm sure that the person sitting behind her complained that she pushed her seat back too far during delivery.

exactly how else are they to travel very large distances with the entirety of their families? i knew a couple who adopted a baby from a foreign country a few years ago (i think it was the Philippines). were they supposed to take a boat home? people have babies and still need to travel. just buckled down and deal. the

Sitting for hours with your legs dangling and no way to rest your feet on the floor is extremely uncomfortable. That's the usual reason kids kick at the seat back.

TL;DR version just for you:

Uhmm... yes, it doesn't lift those giant floor boards 18 inches in the air. it lifts them 4 inches max. Ain't gonna lean with those wide things only 4 inches in the air.

I've been super-excited to use this story since he sent it in a month ago. That was the deciding factor in why I went with this topic this week (I had a few I could've used) — I just really, REALLY wanted to use this story.

Breadsticks. For the mouth part of your face.

For the mouth part of your face.

Someone needs to give Dave Hogan a publishing contract. That story was masterfully written and incredibly funny. I could feel the teenage anxiety wafting off it. Bravo, sir. Bravo.

Put these breadsticks inside of you until you can't do that thing anymore.

what's the point in having hood scoops and a gaping maw if the engine is in the back?

Lol, frunk scoops.

Exgirlfriend sat on the louvers.

Even more reason to call it the Fairlady again!