why speculate? Ford’s got you covered. from there press release:

That’s a shitload of downforce.

BUY A DEER AND RIDE IT AS A SHOW OF DOMINANCE TO OTHER DEER

You see Ivan, tire cannot be of flat if it is made of puncture.

They need a better evacuation plan. 

Probably in response to Ford switching to Mustangs next year.  800 hp Mustangs surrounded by a crowd sounds like a recipe for disaster.

People ask me all the time why I don’t go out and cruise with them and the other car guys in the area.

As the client never actually said two doors was a requirement...

It’s really nice to be reminded that people aren’t complete pieces of shit (scammers notwithstanding). Good on these folks.

And now it’s time to turn the show over to our tame gangsta investor. Some say he's into having sex, but not making love; and that he got shot nine times and lived to tell about it. All we know is he’s call The Fiddy.

Always carry a chain for those surly bicyclists!

except since this is williamsburg they’ll have to change up the grace a bit;

This is hilariously false. I bought my Merkur from Rutledge! At the time he had a bonkers old GMC delivery truck he was planning to restore, a modified Honda Civic wagon in tank green, a VW Type II truck, and all sorts of other shit. Actually, the first time we met was on a dry salt lake bed and we spent a big chunk…

What’s really telling is not only how big the NFL is but how small time the UFC still is in the eye of the sports fan. Dana White probably believes he has a vice grip on the sport when in reality nobody gives enough of a fuck about his sport to swiftly knock him off his pedestal.

Hey, does Buddy Lazier really count as a previous winner. Asking for a friend.

I sold a bike with a payoff once. Luckily, it was financed at a local credit union, so I just had the guy meet me there. He gave me cash, I paid the bike off on the spot, they handed me the title, and were even nice enough to notarized my signature as I signed it over to him. Easy-peasy

They probably gave him the rate on the condition that he’d have pants on the next time he walked into a PenFed branch.