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You know, that article features the first bit of MOPAR hate I have ever seen. I've never seen Calvin peeing on MOPAR.

Oh, I wish it could, but of course, it won't. I'm sure Kane County will tear up all the track as soon as they think they can get away with it.

NASA seems like it was pretty chill back in the day, as evidenced by this story when one astronaut tried to name a Gemini spacecraft after a Broadway show to piss off his bosses.

Watching that, I have to say I was even more mesmerized by the way his watch behaved.

No, the A-12 was also a surveillance plane. The primary difference was that it had a crew of only one, so it flew a little higher and faster. The A-12 was also operated directly by the CIA rather than the USAF.

The USAF did investigate an interceptor based on the A-12, called the YF-12, but it never was deployed.

I think this is just another complicated scheme to extend 'dibs' past the snowmelt, myself.

Yeah, no kidding. "PC" used to mean something, but these days it's been diluted to mean "criticism of loutish behavior."

Yeah, my point was that, like most of the movie, this segment was based on something that had appeared already in the pages of "Heavy Metal" magazine.

Tennessee had something like that Indiana statute back when I lived there. I am not sure it exists any more, though.

It was done *in* Heavy Metal.

So ashamed (or proud, you decide) to be from Jonesboro right now.

Actually, it was primarily about the rights of Southern states to tell Northern states what to do with human beings who had escaped from slavery in Southern states to Northern states where they could not be treated as property.

IOW, states' rights, my ass.

I love love love the Gulf colors, but it kind of makes that Porsche look goofy, like it had a lipstick accident.

If you're in the habit of eating mayonnaise that's been stored in squeeze bottles at room temperature, the possibility that it is actually bleach gel should probably be the least of your concerns.

My biggest automotive shame is the time I nearly ran another driver off I-88 around 17-18 years ago. I was driving to O'Hare, running late, and didn't properly check my blind spot when I started to change lanes (back then I was one of those folks who needed to see the ass end of my car in the rear views, so the blind

A pig, but a danged pretty pig.

Yeah, what's this "pounds" bullshit? How much does the damn car cost in dollars? :)