You call me dumb shit, then fail to write a complete sentence. Nice. Have a good day.

Whatever. Jon Jones is still the #1 kilo-for-kilo fighter in the world.

Well, his parents thought he had enough of a problem to send him to counseling for alcohol. I don't think that's normal, even for a shitfaced 20-year-old.

Promised this:

Neither, actually—sorry, I should have been clearer on this.

I did read that article. Maybe you're right.

It wasn't for Christmas, but my dad and I got my mom an F-Type for her birthday this year, big red bow and everything. And by "my dad and I," I mean he paid for it, and I asked Jaguar, very nicely, to make it appear in the driveway in 6 days. It was important that it was the kind of car she would never buy herself…

Hahahaha.

We're always happy to dump on ESPN when they screw up, but submitting a well-researched public records request on a subject of legitimate public interest in the expectation that it won't be sprayed all over the internet on Christmas Eve in an attempt to dampen its findings is definitely not an area where they screwed…

Dammit Tavarish, if you don't stop this whole "here's how to make the cheap ones reliable" thing, there won't be any good cheap performance cars out there when I can finally get around to affording one.

I firmly support this. I'd love to hear about the trials and tribulations of importing an infamous car like that.

Two awful, horrible, unrepentantly bad cars. I like it.

I tweeted at you from @CKFairbanks, but my suggestion is better explain in more than 140 characters.

You must be joking. Guy's like 5' 9" tops.

Well, it's a car meant to save the world. Which it doesn't.

My first car was a Golf 1 convertible that I inherited from my mother. And I still own it! It's sitting in my garage in Germany. Every time I think about selling it I drive it and I just can't.