Two, maybe three step process.

Nah - he didn’t.

The entire idea that women need to be a part of everything that men have, yet still be allowed to have places with no men have is a heady mix of weird, stupid and misandrist.

Unless you’re exporting aluminium tubes to Iraq, or pipes that shoot bullets.

What number is “the car I’m currently stuck in traffic in?”

Actually it pretty much does mean exactly that.

That’s the problem - people think that they can do anything because nobody will do anything.

That’s a woman.

Argentina?

I miss the Disneyland PeopleMover...best ride in the park...RIP...

You obviously don’t live near me...around here I see nothing that moves us forward, everything seems a step backwards.

Don’t you mean “I’ve had it up to my mustache with pretentious hipsters”?

All that jazz, and yet the Prius driver is still the one you don’t want to be stuck behind.

I call BS. The majority of the traced 9-11 funding came from wealthy Saudi families, and I’d be deeply surprised if the Bin Laden family didn’t contribute as well.

Hand job...Blow job...Italian job...

Yes.

My first car, a mid-70’s Caddy, had indicators you could see, either on the front corners or just above the read window (visible from the rear view mirror) that showed that your indicator lights, tail lights, brake lights and head lights were all working.

Until the door opened, I thought today was just going to be another day looking for lost cats, husbands getting some on the side and dealing with another night of trying to hide from the past behind a glass bottle...

That’ll leave a mark...

I really wanted the SHO the first year it came out, when it had zero special badging or identifiers - it was the ultimate Q car. Then they made it all “LOOK AT ME!” and I didn’t want one anymore.