I look forward to a future article about your “stolen” expensive, designer sunglasses, your assumptions about which of your shady-ass co-workers would take them, and the big discovery after using the restroom, washing your hands, and checking your hair in the mirror; they were perched on your head all day.

Since you’ll be in the neighborhood, can you also pop over to Iceland and check out the Formula Offroad scene? I think it would make a great compare and contrast article. Anyway, it looks fun as hell.

If you’re British, it’s a single cigarette.

I think this is a city thing. Out in the sticks, we talk to each other all the time.

Why not both? The kid and parents pay for about 3/4 of the price in cash and then have the kid finance about $3k-5k with his parents as cosigners.

If those two numbers are the amount I owe, then definitely $74M > $81M.

Be leery of scallops that are all an exact uniform size. They make fake scallops by stamping them out of skate wings.

I agree with you. Give them the three options;

Calmed himself down before pulling over so he didn’t strangle the asshole that just hit him in the driver’s compartment directly.

The Buick Century is a cockroach of a car; very had to kill.

Salvation Army, Goodwill or an estate sale can score you the deviled egg platter you seek, without breaking the bank. I got mine after my Grandmother’s funeral after the family was done with picking thru her belongings. Nobody cared about the stuff that she used to cook every family dinner we had. I got it all.

Those old Nissan Hardbody pickups and the Pathfinder model were Da Shit when they came out. In VT, the 4x4 models sold just as well as any Jeep or Toyota. Hopefully, they have learned more about corrosion control.

Uh, it was primarily a low-budget, shit airline and one behemoth, dinosaur management airline. The rest fared pretty well.

Sounds like the lawyer won. Mr Barry - not so much.

I can tell you never have done any of them.

Not fuckin NASCAR. Spec karts maybe.

Whenever we went to my Father’s Aunt’s house (my Great Aunt Barbara) in Schenectady NY, their go-to fancy cocktail to serve my parents was the Grasshopper. I would sneak around and take sips from my parent’s drinks. 7 year old me would “feel funny” by the time we left.

But how will morons get to their slave wage job if they can’t drive?

Good for you. I’m not.

I think that people that use a firearm to kill others should automatically be executed on the spot. That would eventually cut down on innocent people being hurt by guns (attached to assholes who pull the triggers).