Classy as fuck.
Classy as fuck.
Thing is, if their excuse is the truth, why didn’t they ask their friends to allow them to plug the Tesla in their house? If the friend’s house didn’t have a suitable outlet, why didn’t they come to the neighbors to ask for a charge?
Some jerk did this in front of my parent’s garage entrance, which had a big-ass No-parking sign. I rocked the car side to side until the alarm blasted out, to no avail. So I called the municipal tow truck. Within 45 minutes they were there and removed the car. My parent’s were late to their dinner, but the moronic…
I mean, I hope your wife and kid were not in the house, right? RIGHT?
Uh, no. Nazis won this one. They own the franchise. They just added Boris Johnson to their catalogue, because Donald was becoming boring.
Ken Sticklers waves the press goodbye sith a nostalgic demeanor, sights visibly, closes the door of his office and sits in the corner of his armchair, completely alone, seemingly abated.
Oh, that? Just the mule for GM’s next Camaro: the Camaro Cross Trax.
You just screwed up my mind royally. Have a star, I guess?
This is pure evil. Like trying to forget the Lancia Trevi’s dashboard, or Gloria Trevis’... whatever. Fuck my mind, please shoot me.
I DD a 2004 Ford Ka built in Brazil. Quality was never a feature, either material or craftmanship. And man, my car has really seen some serious shit. However, no single part of it looks as structurally and philosophically fucked up as those wipers. Not even the wipers.
Easy. Spend 12K on the best V6 Camry, Accord or Fusion, beige with slightly tinted windows. Dark enough to make it difficult to see your face, but not too much to be remarkable. Spend the remaining 3K on good tires (but keep the WalMart hubcaps) and good shock absorbers.
Walther Whyte?
Russians, naturally.
And Freemasons! Don’t forget the Freemasons!
Don’t get politics into Jalopnik!
An impressive ammount of bullshit in just 8 lines. High-quality bullshit.
Is it just me, or American Airlines is the Florida of airlines?
Yogi’s neighbor (neighbear?): Y’know? I once started up a Subaru like that.
Seriously, that shit has more frontal area than a fucking Greyhound bus.
Cocaine is a hell of a drug...