I think his tire pressure was off by 0.4 psi.

How is this different from any other night for me?

First thing that came to mind after seeing the headline:

I got a 5150 on a 2112, I’m following a 1984 yellow Camaro. Suspect looks like a chubby David Lee Roth... scratch that, more like a skinny version of Vince Neil!

Steel Panther is fucking brilliant.

Finally somebody put some effort into a Chevy interior.

Vampire Weekend’s discography is the official soundtrack of gentrification  

A few years ago at the California State Fair CalTrans brought their 18-wheeler driving simulator for all to try. Even in that artificial environment you realize the massiveness and challenges of driving one. I gained a new appreciation for big rig drivers.

And it wears him out
It wears him out
It wears him out
Wears him out

Alternate headline

Tom Waits and Tom Waits.

“Geez, Frank! Can’t you see I’m having dinner?”*

To alleviate constipation, maybe?

That would have made a vast difference.

Carry on to Hayward, son. There’ll be peace when you are done. Drop the flaps to 35. Don’t you fly no more.

This may be bigger than we thought. It turns out that there were many early, unsuccessful attempts at this BMW theft scheme worldwide that only succeeded in disabling the turn signals.

Just a shot in the dark here, but maybe the original ending would have plugged the holes in the heart of the plot better?

This:

The Stroke...

Imagine how ironic it would be to find one of these in your Chardonnay. 

I refuse to believe that Adam Scott’s favorite band is anything other then Letters to Cleo!

Okay, first of all, at 24, “lifelong boarder” doesn’t mean a fuck of a lot. I’ve been riding about as long as he’s been alive. Second of all, I’d be more likely to chat a guy up if he was wearing appropriate skate shoes with the kickass suit. Thirdly, this article makes me want to dust off my board, oil my bearings,…