“You say the word, I pack up my bindle and I’m on the first boxcar headed out west.”

Legend has it he caught a large mouth bass by pure salesman skill alone.

Fly Fishing? That’s a rich man’s game. Ole Jim uses some recycled tooth floss and a tin can.

Ole Jim has a remedy for Luck’s throwing arm involving used shoe leather and an oil filter.

Jim Doesn’t get out of bed for less than one ring of bologna and a 2-year subscription to Fly Fisherman Quarterly.

I’ll just throw this out there: Jim Tomsula is tan, rested, ready, and needs to know by tomorrow so he can give his two weeks’ at the 7-11.

Brady’s militia is seizing the central telephone exchange and the radio station is being deejayed by Gronk all night

“I resign as HC of IC”

I would want to send the greatest car of them all into space, the McLaren F1.

However, those are rare and I can’t afford them. Therefore, I choose the Matra Bagheera, which is, i think we can all agree, basically a McLaren F1.

Mid engine? Check! 3 seats? Check! More than 80 horsepower? Check! Dead. Fucking. Sexy? Check.

If there’s not a picture of a Starion in my post I change my answer to send Kinja as far from this damned spec of dirt as possible.

Easy, a Yugo. They will think that is our best technology and they will only send their low tier troops to destroy us. They wouldn’t take us seriously, giving us a chance.

What is in the bed a rocket launcher?

True. And the Mercury and Saturn dealers have closed.

Yeah, but at least there’s no auto dealers association on Mars to stop him from selling his cars there.

Just so you guys know, this and the lunar rover are now the fastest cars humanity has ever created.

If it ever needs service, then what? No dealerships on Mars either, I reckon.

Meanwhile, a billion years in the future...

Yeah but let’s talk about the panel gaps

It really depends on if the soccer mom is single or married.

Maybe it’s a functionless snorkle.