Fuck Portas indeed. Fuck Janelas too - I’ll get into my house however I want.

I was born in the 80s, and knew that we couldn’t afford much newer than that when I was approaching driving age, so I have an unhealthy want for far too many crapcans.

Thanks to the nation of Jalopnia for awarding me with the COTD. I’m currently updating my LinkedIn to reflect this once-in-a-lifetime achievement. I promise not to let the power go to my head, when my employer announes me as chairman of the board in tomorrow’s Wall Street Journal.

You’re right, but I’ll just let a picture do the talking for me this time;

At least it wasn’t

That microphone? I just dropped it...

Not a geisha. That’s a straight up Woman of the Night and I LIKE.

...no, dude. not “another idiot off his meds.”

Limousine seating arrangement is the best seating arrangement.

This car needs no introduction.

Not a rock and roll clown, no sir.

I think a Subaru-spec minivan, especially in WRX trim, could be awesome.

OK, I’ll see my way out.

I always wanted to see what would happen if Punch-Out allowed Piston Honda to fight King Hippo

“So you can knock them unconscious ...*after* the dong comes out? Intriguing.”

Little Mac let himself go.

Oh - I got this won.

So, basically these men, in leather, are fighting because of matching outfits.

This Infiniti M45