Obviously this is a message on how your Volvo will never leave you like your bitch ex-wife did in the divorce and will help you weather the stormy despair that follows back to safety and will even entice her back to you with all it’s safety features after your snowboarding accident reminds her of her own mortality and…
Yeah, he wanted the sole writing credit due to how extensive the rewrite was but the WGA refused to give it to him so he said if he had to share he would only do so with a pen name.
But I like Mamet’s writing...
The one thought running through my mind is how can someone that dumb afford an F1 ticket?
Probably in my top five of all childhood memories was getting to see Tomcats in action while on a tiger cruise on the JFK.
It makes me hungry all the time.
Bacon Mac and Cheese. Yes, it does smell delicious while it’s cooking.
RIP Formula Lites. We hardly knew ye.
My ‘04 Mazda 3 was great. Four cylinder motor, five speed stick, no traction control, no abs, pretty much as modern as you could get while still being simple.
Zeta>Alpha. And by greater than I mean much much fatter.
So the bigger engined cars are faster with the automatic where the turbo is faster with the manual. Such strange times we live in.
Honda decided not to hire a camoflauge artist and just made the car so nondescript nobody would notice it.
Obviously things are tough on the Prius because the Volt is a far superior vehicle.
Step one: Buy a Jeep. Jeeps always need something fixed. They just have a reputation for being reliable because they keep driving with everything broken.
That’s how not to afford to fix your car after you’ve bought two parts that cost more than the car.
But we already have an excellent Mad Max game.
How am I the first one to post this?