Nopee. Spent my summers on my grandparents’ ranch. I’ll eat my beef sitting in a leather chair.

Everything in moderation has such a modern ring to it; doesn’t it?

Because we couldn’t get the supplements to keep our vegan asses from dying.

Not if you want a second glass.

You do know that a dead cow is called beef don’t you?

That’s how it should have went down on my “visit”.

Lucky they weren’t killed.

I just try not to confuse price with value.

I’m good with most anything as long as it’s not Goodyear. The last time I was in a GY store I had to leave before the police got there.

But not CF decals.

Don’t forget the paraffin build up from Pennsoil.

Two of my three perform best plain old Champions over any others.

Eat shit? Wonder if he’d like a job at a dealership?

Snowflake,

Ah...the price of saving face.

Those auctions are how you build, maintain, and expand wealth. I wouldn’t imply the conatations of the word trawling.

You saying management is waiting in the parking lot behind a “conveniently” parked van?

Not to mention spare/OEM equipment upgrade (options) parts.

Here you go, here’s your participation trophy. You’re all winners for trying so you can go back home knowing that you matter.

Union v Hostess ring any bells?