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all entries not originating from Florida, Australia, or Eastern Bloc countries should be disqualified.

That’s the kind of hard-hitting journalistic question I’d expect from someone who has gone on record as someone who thinks Red Delicious apples are the best.

anything without working air conditioning. Windows down driving only works as climate control if you can consistently move faster than 10mph.

no.

your shudder on take-off is most likely a chattering clutch and not actually the trans. one (or more) of the torsional dampening springs in the clutch disc is probably broken. either that, or the flywheel surface is heat checked from prior abuse. either way, when you’ve got that trans out replacing what are surely bad

yeah, you’d have to put on pants. What a terrible inconvenience.

it should be nicknamed the b’Gosh. it will make the current crop of soldiers mots likely to be operating nostalgic for the jeans and overalls their mothers bought them for their first day of first grade.

im a mechanic and i used to work at a new car dealer, and i personally loved it when they would take a trade-in at less than $1000, because that meant it was headed to auction with absolutely no work put into it except removing the tags and and a lot porter cleaning the change from the ashtray. the management would

Chevrolet/GMC has been slapping their badges on Isuzu NPR trucks for more than a decade now. And in exchange, Izuzu got to put GM gas V8s in the NPR, and got to re-badge to S-10 as the Pup. Also born out of this partnership was the first-Gen Duramax Diesel engine, which the execs at GM would later glowingly refer to

how is Canyonero not an option? I am dissapoint.

Joe Biden is my spirit animal.

so which cardinal player earns the TOOTBLAN?

normally I'd say that this article is proof as to why Torchlopnik should not be allowed into the Drunkspin offices, but I'm pretty sure Torch was completely sober when he thought this up, which means the fine line between genius and insanity is waaaayyyy finer than we ever thought.

alternatively, I remember that once I was about 10-12 years old, the opposite would happen, my mom would swing by the Giant/shoppers/safeway, with me and my little sister in the car, she'd pull right up to the door, hand me a $20 tell me to get a gallon of 2% milk, or a loaf of bread, or something simple like that,

it should probably be noted that this is a small, not-for-highway use tire, likely off a piece of lawn equipment. Alot of those tires are not meant to be in service with more than 20 psi of air in them, they are also constructed differently from road tires, with many less belts and bands so that they confirm to the

I called the seller. He says it ran when it was parked, but he's made no attempts to start it since.

fucking chant rock. Why does every jeep commercial use goddamn chant rock? Enough with the fucking goddamn motherfucking chant rock.

its not technically a real race car, but I believe Them Duke Boys always got away from Sheriff Roscoe and always foiled Boss Hogg's schemes in the General Lee. Its got a number painted on the sides, and seemingly non-functional doors, because racecar, right?

*what say you. Typing on mobile with dumb fat thumbs.

I like roasted chicken (who doesn't?) but I usually do beer-can chicken because I like the smoke/char flavor and its not that difficult. My sister almost always butterflies her chicken, which is to say she uses kitchen shears to remove the backbone from the chicken(s) and lays them flat on a baking pan with a shallow