Three Stooges Drive

Another article where we’ll read the term “dumpster fire” over and over again.

A tachometer in my sister’s 1977 Day-Glo Yellow, four cylinder, automatic Ford Mustang. We still laugh about it. I’ve never experienced an engine laboring so hard to accomplish so little.

That is a huge volume of open space. Now we need some loon in a wing suit to fly through the cabin while this beast is parked on the edge of an alpine road.

The headline confuses me. Is it more “than” a car? Or should it read, “....is more “of” a car....”. In bed today with the flu so it may just be all the meds I’m jacked up on.

Get out of the fast lane, asshole-ane.

The dude on the right caught my eye. That’s a fivehead.

Ductitosis.

You’re in deep into the tall grass here, Watchdevil.... I admire the focus.

Ahhhhh. Fresh air!

All nine lives conveniently in one Darwinistic situation.

I’ll wager that turban thingy is more crash-worthy than the helmets.

It’s a lopsided, goofy Ellen Barkin kind of beauty. Weird, but you want some.

At 12 years old I was the kid in the ‘68 Mercury Colony Park Station Wagon with my Dad in a trailered 17' Lightning sailboat backing into Keystone Lake west of Tulsa.

Who’s he posing for.....?

There is no proof reading or spell check allowed on these sites.

Nope. But it’s a start. The cost/punishment gets steeper every time Mr. Moron screws up by crossing the lines he’s been ordered to abide. If the dude doesn’t abide, he pays a bigger price.

Given his past record it appears he’s a very slow learner. That he “might” have his license revoked bothers me. At the very least, given the slap-on-the-wrist punishment, he should have his license pulled for a year.

It’s me, too. I wish I could see more.

“....their hoses weren’t getting any suction from the hydrant. Why?...”