“Name a bad place to play musical chairs.”

At that point it’s like waiting for a pizza: “That doorbell will ring any minute now!”

So much “Who?” in this post.

There’s little alternative in California, though. It’s a sprawling suburb with public transportation that’s just starting and should have been built 100 years ago.

Time for a redhead?

We’ll be like Cuba, patching our ICE cars together with duct tape and prayers. But seriously...

You seem overly angry about the 1.5 states that require pump attendants.

True. And they are much more polite than tweakers.

Lincoln Mark IV laughs and laughs...

Still, you’ll be the guy people call to retrieve their Craigslist purchases.

And she made Maid in Manhattan.

All that bling but he couldn’t make that last trip to AutoZone.

You SO don’t get the ‘80s, dude. They were magical.

Right? That game took away hours of my time one summer.

Next to the Marlboro Lights, just like America

Nice Price or Goodbye, Life!

This. Hey The Rock, run for town council somewhere, because I’m not interested in your unqualified ego trip.

It closed after too many LR owners jumped off in frustration.

I loved, LOVED my Fox body Mustang GT convertible back in the day, but with a long commute and its 15 gallon gas tank they almost named a pump after me at my local station.

What, because now when you change a headlight you have to replace the bumper, a quarter panel and two tires? It’s called progress, buddy.