partygnome
partygnome
partygnome

Actually, in Michigan: When Yugo over the Mackinaw Bridge, you go over the Mackinaw Bridge.

But on the other hand, gas, tires, oil.

It's like going on a blind date with a hot chick and you end up in a threesome.

Another example on the other end of the spectrum: the last Mercury Cougar. With a name like "Cougar," you'd expect ferocious performance, right? You did not get that if you bought this kitty.

Easy, the Dodge "Stealth".

His expression reads, "I swear, I thought it was only going to be a fart."

As a man, let me just say,

Hell, if I had 420, I wouldn't be running.

No words.

Weeds. A more whack-a-doodle crew you will never find. They put the "FUN" in dysfunctional.

'Nuff said.

Oh, and I didn't limit it to just ONE type of pan. Cast iron is a lot like cats: you can't just stop at one.

Dear John,

And that's why they're called wreckers.