petekill
petekill
petekill

I agree, a useless war. Here’s a choripan from a fellow Argentino.

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‘Hi, we’re America! We build monster trucks for fun! We developed the top fuel dragster, zero to three hundred thirty miles an hour in under five seconds, cause, pfft, we were bored. Piss us off, heh, and see what we build! And we may feel bad about it later! Ask Japan. But before we feel bad…we’re gonna jack you up!

Who’s lane is it?

How are the guys in the BMW at fault? Poor traffic manners but not anyway at fault.

I’ll just leave this here.

Jesus, take the wrench

Yeah, to anyone just waiting for the engine, skip to about 2:27.

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I was sorta expecting an article about a Civic equipped with some kind of power take-off unit.

Beyond this being dangerous for actual victims of domestic abuse, I think it’s kind of self-congratulatory and gross to think that just taking part in a viral campaign is in any way doing any real good. Donate money, volunteer somewhere, but making a status update or tweet in instagram post does nothing but make the

I really hope they don’t turn it into some SEMA abomination.

Which is why I don’t have any sort of problem with this system. We may love driving, but that’s just it. We love driving. We don’t love sitting in traffic, chewing on our nails and letting ourselves go nuts with the tedium. We don’t love worrying that we’re going to pass out from boredom and smack into someone else’s

I’m surprised at the amount of grown adults that don’t get this simple concept. I posted basically this same reply before I saw yours.

“Iran now has cruise-missile tech along with the stealth tech we managed to crash there a few years ago.”

For the love of God, can we please stop referring to every scandal with the -gate suffix?

Love a good origin story.

I (partially) learned to drive stick on a red ‘93 FD long before I could really drive, or even totally reach the pedals. The guy who owned it, my dad’s eccentric bachelor friend (of course, right?) would always toss me the keys to “valet” it as soon as he walked in the door. Naturally, I found a long route from the