Pro tip: as a replacement for the one you buy now, try and get a South American 1.6 version, starting in 2002. 95 hp of glorious, stupid fun, especially on twisted roads.

Oh. OH. I meant something else, I think. Now, I'm not so sure.

Until it breaks down 20 miles away, and you have both wives exposing their views upon you and your car and the value of friendship.

The perfect chariot for the Marquis of Crack Pipe and one of His dudettes. Or a Florida redneck with a MAGA hat.

Excellent job, thanks for the lead!

Ad that nose was all Brooks Stevens. Yes, that Brooks Stevens.

Uh, what’s wrong with the Country Squire, again?

Why does it look like modern day Axl Rose?

Pole being literal. Makes sense.

I bet the second half of my horse that the balloon is easier to park on the street.

I put the paper bag on the floor as softly as I can, and drive the fuck out of town. The text means the predator Alien in the bag is just about to start singing Abba songs.

I bet half of my horse that Pastor Maldonado was driving some of those cars.

Well, you know, self-quarantined in Kosovo and reading Borges. What could possibly go wrong?

These are not just any renditions of Jerry Maguire. These are the proof of a complex experiment that transcends literature and enters into the realm of human nightmares. It works as follows: each of these tapes contain a slight variation that makes them different from the rest of them, and from the movie that…

Is it ok if I find myself thinking about Kim Kardashian?

Buy this, slap some Tesla badges all around, post pictures on Twitter, and enjoy Elon Musk loosing all his shit. NP for that window into the fireworks alone.

That DS, though...

Bloody metal band, since we are in the UK.

A Borgean plot twist, fo sho...

You may be a dream of someone working on Google, though. Borgean shit is serious shit.