This is where Lincoln and Cadillac should have chartered courses for 15 years ago. Cadillac sort of headed in the right direction but seems lackadaisical in their efforts. Lincoln? Pffft!

The douchbag went off, though, and left half his bumper.

It’s even called Super.

Wouldn’t it have been less of a hassle just to pick up a replacement tail light bulb at Pep Boys? Why try to get some poor schlub to pay for it with a messy rear-end accident?

I crossed my eyes and it all came together seamlessly.

With the tree top option.

I hope the CPU ejected safely.

Did he put the brakes on in mid air? That would have given the suspension quite jolt upon impact.

Woo girls are the most irritating girls. They woo at everything.

The Queen!

Call the guys st Oscar Myer.

They lock the doors. I’m sure You Tube can glean some light on the matter.

I’m in favor of televised severe beatings for car jackers and car-chase perps. These fuckwads are flying around in 4,000 pound bullets putting hundreds of innocent people at risk. Beat the daylights out of them. Make sure the news chopper is overhead before the fun starts.

The Darwin is the most difficult dive to execute.

Fuck the punk-ass idiot who wrote it.

Dixon had one hell of an Indy 500 experience this year. Pole. Taco Bell. Gun in the face. One of the most spectacular wrecks in Indy history in which all participants walked away from...

Looks a lot cooler than an f’ing phoney softball.

“Amirite” expired on April 29, 2016.

No vulva cracks, guys. Grow up.

Quit dumping on people.