I drove a little civic. I am 6'. It did not stop me. Teenage hormones and a body not yet thrashed by the ravages of time and concrete floors make all sorts of nearly impossible things possible.

I was bracing for a torn up interior. I was very pleasantly surprised. NP all day. Just let me love you, little jeep.

Certainly not Ed Chambers. They had to let him go.

They need more Jareds and fewer Erlichs. Perhaps they should SWOT it.

Is anyone else concerned that Dave might some day create a Cherokee Megazord?

Only potato headed middle aged white guys in sunglasses drive cars, Kristen. It’s a commonly known fact.

Ooooor because I decided to replace an existing 4x4 instead of adding another line item to my insurance.

Did you miss the “because logic”, or only the sarcasm attached?

Because it is a $37k churched up Focus.

They’re very smart and very gigantic. Even potbellies are big as adults. Teacups are a scam.

I was recently in the market for a smaller car to add to the fleet. Digging in to the hatches on the market was my first move. I nearly shit my pants when I found out how much the RS ran. Somehow I was aware of the vehicle and totally ignorant to the price.

Yay! Something I can actually see! It feels like every interesting movie I read about is going to be a limited release that I’ll have to wait to come out on streaming / online rental. Which I will forget about immediately because I can’t be trusted to remember something 6 months down the line.

If you need an equally expressive lady to scare in a super truck, call me. For science. And uhhh... to test for repeatability. I am a stones throw from the speedway and 100% willing to die historic on fury road.

Friends are super helpful for this. I have some mild body dysmorphia. I’ve been known to ask a trusted friend if photos accurately portray the way I look. Maybe gather up some photos you’re thinking of using and ask a truthful friend if they think it’s a flattering but accurate selection? Otherwise the scatter shot…

“That apartment quickly became an after-school hangout spot for a number of students, including my dad. My mother and her first husband would hang out with the teens, an activity she insists was considered far more normal in the 1970s.

I hope they do the bar scene and grandma justice.

The tone changes as she gets older. It’s rosier when she was young and gets darker and much less romantic as it progresses. By the time they’re in WV, she’s realizing how fucked it all is.

Because it seemed apropos of nothing and to mostly serve as cheesecake.

Uhhhh, I’m a lady but ok???