NO WRESTLING! Here are some ladders to play with.

Windshield whippers, because sometimes that’s all they do effectively in my buddy’s old-ass truck. The truck has been in his family since 1992.

My family drove from KC to Breckenridge, CO every year while I was growing up (in the 80s with a fucking 55 mph speed limit in Kansas no less). It took me 13 years to finally see one, and just like your kids, I was watching for those runaway truck ramp signs and ramps like a hawk.

It’s not that he was on drugs, it’s that he was off of them. His team wasn’t able to get them by border security.

How are those guys not Ricky and Julian. They even brought a “clearing stick”.

That’s jacked up.

A merger would mean getting rid of high-paying executives due to redundancy, and those people would rather burn down an orphanage than give up their income and sideline passes.

Give it up to the driver of the Jeep. He/she was alert at the wheel and performed an emergency lane change with little drama.

Somewhere in Brazil, a high-school theater teacher has reached the echelon of glory by proving that making that expensive overly-built prop for his production of Little Red Riding Hood was the greatest decision he ever made.

I see a few people herpa-derping about the atrocity of prisoners making these helmets. Had this situation happened outside of the prison system, the exact problems would still occur with these same managers in charge. Military helmet manufacturing isn’t exactly a common life skill to us “innocents” either. Not only…

Why get a boat when you can have an Ekranoplan?

How many of those tweets mentioning the Corvette included the word “broken”?