Sounds like Fletcher Jones. Those guys have a serious superiority complex.

“Follow the money” is usually a good way of getting to the truth of things. After all, no matter where the head office of a particular corporation is or where it locates its factories, all of them whisk their profits into offshore tax havens before the ink is even dry on the bills.

Back in 2012, the lease on my 2009 CLK 350 was about to run out, so I went to my local MB dealer with the intention of buying a new car. I felt as if I was the only person in the place; no salesperson came to talk to me, the receptionist ignored me - clearly, nobody had the slightest interest in selling me a car. I…

Very well put. Thank you.

Yeah, it smells very strongly of “influencer campaign.”

“It isn’t as big as you think.”

That “iPad on a stalk” look needs to die in a fire.

Their leather and carpet work was always very iffy, too. I had an S3 and a Griffith and both of them had interiors that looked like they’d been loosely draped over a cadaver, then stapled down.

The design looks like it’s based a pub game, like bar billiards or shuffleboard.

Interesting. I always thought it was part of the overall con job. Sales guys says, "I'll need to ask my sales manager if I can give you that price," then goes to the break room and watches Fox News with a cup of coffee for ten minutes, comes back and says, "I really fought for you but he wouldn't budge." Thanks for…

Dibs! Pussy Pedants. My new band name.

I’d get one exquisite tattoo, rendered in achingly beautiful Tibetan script, by a master of the art, that wraps tastefully around my ankle and says, simply, “Culture-appropriating tourist thinks this says something spiritual. Oh well, it’s a living.”

Oddly, the tattoos aren’t the oddest thing about this photo.

Hemlock is a very natural thing. I hear it’s delicious.

Majestic, but the recipient probably wouldn’t stick around long enough for you to get it all out.

I hate the car buying process, with all the wasted time, deception, constant upselling, pretend conversations with "sales managers," and "loan companies," "here's what I'm going to do for you, since we're such good friends all of a sudden" bullshit and the rest of it.

I was last at Heathrow in early December and went through Terminal 1. Dingy and gloomy were certainly the dominant decorative themes. Also, I need to use a wheelchair for longer distances these days, and the operating policy of the wheelchair service at Heathrow seems to be “park ‘em and forget about ‘em.” The actual…

For me, it was really just the distance. They pretend it’s a London airport, but it’s a fair trek unless you live in the Cambridge area. I had an employer that insisted I fly back and forth to Naples on EasyJet, which only flew that route from Stansted. I lived in southwest London at the time, so it was a major pain…

Good point. Certain things are worth paying full price for. Kidneys, for example.

Looks like it could be one of those hollow polystyrene prop TVs they use in furniture stores. Doesn’t seem to have the heft of a real one. Also, I don’t see a power cord.