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There are not enough ‘w’s in my keyboard to type the EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! this really deserves…

“Trump business makes profit” must be an interesting and unique experience for all concerned!

Everything that came from Maranello from 68 to May 76 is not a Ferrari if it doesn’t have 12 cylinders.

“Pry me off her with a digger” is the phrase that comes to mind!

I think you’ll find you grew up with a lot of people with two thumbs! I’m assuming you may even be one yourself, or do you want to tell us about your horrific shop injury…

It worries me that someone working for an auto blog is apparently unaware that there has never been such thing as a Ferrari Dino.

Genius! I wonder why they never thought of that before…

That’s not really a problem around Jalopnik Towers…

I thought maybe they’d finally found a way to hide the Ritalin in his food, but then I scrolled down and got the 50s cartoon post!

I’m fairly sure Jared will try to mumble a warning from inside his gimp mask!

You can take the scanger out of Dublin…

I’m waiting for the next re-branding. A nice new logo on a red pair, maybe…

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Trust me - you don’t want to ask Pence about his mother…

I’m sure Homeland Security would love to know what her rent is!

My bad… He was a gator!

For a sentient ‘63 Beetle, she looks a hell of a lot like a Fat Chick!

Australia would like to know what your problem is…

Don’t say that until you’ve seen my crocodile!

A 40 of Colt45 and a carton of menthols?