I have a  Pomelo/Pomsi/Asshole and Lucy/Toothless/I-already-fucking-fed-you

And the best part is there would be NO LEARNING CURVE for drivers! Americans already drive like a**holes down the middle of the road.

For $29.5K it’s more like GTFO!!

I imagine that this study is also hindered by the fact that all cats actually have three names:

I haven’t been in a Mc Donald’s in 20 years, so I thought their version of a non-chronological feed went like this:

And they don’t even have the goddamn common courtesy to give them a reach-around!

This just looks to me like an evolution of the poke-it-with-a-stick scientific method.

What about quirks? Did you find any quirks?

The difference between “testing the limits” and “abusing the service” is where you chose to abandon the scooter. A responsible reporter would have taken it back to within-city-limits; instead you simply dumped it seven-and-a-half miles away where the company is not likely to pick it up.

That scooter is still standing there, no one will ever pick it up. The least that this writer could have done is drop it back within city limits.

Thank you for this reply, reading this reminded me of John Keats’ Hyperion.

Hey, what’s with the gratuitous F-bomb? In my time we at least had a reason for insulting someone.

So, why are they called Type D Killer Whales? Do they have a tendency to experience increased negative emotions across time and situations and tend not to share these emotions with other Killer Whales for fear of rejection or disapproval?

I can just see your email:“In the case that I may or may not have been hacked, here’s a video of me furiously masturbating. I probably wasn’t hacked though.”

More like tell gravity to hold my beer!

Oh, we’re definitely fucked, and we’ve known it for years. This is the Great Filter that gets us, Fermi was right all along.

You know where Facebook draws the line? Over there.

Have any of these people even been to Boston? It’s quite literally infested with rats!. I used to live in Back Bay, one of the nicest parts of town and I still had to deal with the vermin on a daily basis.

I guarantee that the people who wrote this crap do not drive... like at all... defensive or otherwise.

Mr Ferruccio... I don’t feel so well...