Haven’t thought of that. Now I’ve become a Mick supporter...

What concerns me most is that this sorry excuse of a dog’s turd does know that, in certain environments, a person’s sexual choices can affect their present and their future. He was not acting like a stupid 12 y/o, he was purposedly sidelining a potential competitor by shaming his intimate life in front of audiences…

Hemiglute sounds oh so British. It’s perfect.

Been there, done that. Writing novels kept me somewhat sane.

Well, they voted bolsonaro, what do you expect?

This is 1986 and it’s a Tuesday. It’s a national holiday, probably May 25. There’s a touring car race in the Oscar Cabalén circuit, near my city, and I pester my dad until he takes me there.

Should be a teenager with bad taste generally and a penchant for questionable decisions.

Poor Giulietta, who could have guessed she could fall so low?

It’s 2020, what do you expect?

You need therapy. We are all here to support you, my fella...

Tell me about a downward “80's icon” spiral... From the pretty decent Toyota pick up, to yesterday’s immaculate turd, to this clusterfuck of dilapidated tackiness.

My dad's '85 Ford Sierra wagon had this display. It was the first car in the Argentine market to have it, and also the last one. Incredibly cool and useful.

Plot twist: the car was a beaten Prius and the driver was a recent Florida expat.

It depends on who is driving, really. Have you ever seen my mom driving?

Down there, we just call “Hugooooooo”

This is so fucking beautiful. A star for you, my friend.

Great write. I agree on every point.

Pontiac Banshee. End of the story.

Can’t unsee. Such awful monstrosities.

Ford Sierras. I learned to drive on my dad’s wagon, and cheered for them on touring series.