There is clearly a known effective measure. It’s right in the article above. Kill them for their fur.
There is clearly a known effective measure. It’s right in the article above. Kill them for their fur.
It’s more like a stripper being passed around at a bachelor party. By the time Torchinsky gets to it, it’ll be missing paint in some areas, a lug nut fell off, oil will be seeping out of the transmission, and Patrick’s briefs will be lodged in the glove box.
When I convince my wife that kids are things you don’t really need to have, her next car shall be one of these. Mine shall be a V-12, dinks are above the v8 heathens.
One is for Ramming, one is for Dodging.
Lasso a phone out of someone’s hands. Duh.
Can’t watch video at work. Someone please explain how a rope will help you call AAA.
In the mid-’90s, I moved just outside of Seattle and bought a 1970 Ford F-100 Ranger XLT for $500 cash in hand. I loved that truck. The first night I had it, I drove up to a scenic spot in the Olympic Mountains and slept in the bed under the stars. The engine was in great shape, a 300 straight 6 with mostly original…
Just drill a couple holes in the trunk lid... and make sure you don’t drop the roof. Problem solved.
The two of who?
The new Mac is different than I thought it’d be.
Did his wife ever find out?
With a combination like this, I’d be worried about blowing a tranny.
Can the mind vomit? Yes...yes it can. Imagine the worst smell in the world. Now imagine that smell took a dump. This car stinks worse than than.
You guys should race! And go in on the Saab together.
And no CVT. CVT’s are like condoms, I do not use them.
Reading his comments as I sit on the can. Laughed so hard at this line: