So, you take a 707 hp car and give free rides...in city traffic, where you’ll never get above 40 mph. Biggest cocktease ever. The automotive equivalent of blue balls.
As a high school teacher, I’m torn between wanting to drink myself into a stupor because of the nature of my job, yet also having to deal with teenagers while nursing a hangover. It’s a vicious cycle. Fuck. Why didn't I stay in law school?
Colonel Angus?
I scrolled down hoping someone would mention this. In the book, he goes out of his way to address the cheap multi-tool that was gifted to him.
A son, huh? Lucky bastard. I have twin 4 year-old daughters. I had to keep them in the stall with me one time while I pinched one off in a Chic-fil-A. Next time I’ll just shit my pants. It’ll be better for all parties.
So, wearing sweatpants sans underwear to the strip club is something I have to earn? Bullshit to that, I say!
European Vacation also had boobs, which is almost always a good thing. Something sorely missing in Christmas and Vegas.
Not to get into semantics, but that’s not the Eagles, that’s Joe-fucking-Walsh. Don Henley/The Eagles are what your dentist listens to when he’s washing his base-model Corvette in the driveway and drinking the 3 Bud Light Limes his wife limits him to.
Of course it's zero horsepower, they would drown!
Welcome to the Willenium.