For certain applications, sure. I had an ‘83 Toronado that I used as a winter beater back in the days when I was making ends meet as a pizza delivery driver. In the snow belt (a few miles south of Lake Erie). Paid like $650 for it. It was a hilarious piece of shit, but sliding into snow banks (for amusement) and…

Thank you, I feel better. That poor kid's dad probably talks at him all the time in a terrible Picard impression, on some weird power trip. Gah. Fucking Ryker!

Fucking splooosh.

Sounds intriguing, I should try that. Rest assured though, good commenter, that I never intend to run for public office.

I love the color, but (pretty much) the rest: fuuuuck no.

Jerry Orbach FTW, tho. +1 for the George Dzundza reference. Holy shit.

Jesus. Lord Jesus.

9. Lamborghini LM002

1. FR-S

As an owner of a penis and testicles, it can be very confusing for me, too! You may not believe it, but the penis and testicles are in a constant state of flux. Sometimes, they are relaxed and hanging and swinging all over. Other times, they are totally tucked against the body, and do not move around at all.

Yes, thank you! Once the excitement wears off, I suspect people will come to see just how flawed TFA is. Not that I didn’t like it, mind you, but it certainly doesn’t top any of the OT, and RotS is metal as hell. For the juxtaposition in that movie between Anakin/ Vader, Windu and Palpatine vs. Luke, Palpatine and…

Jesus.

Hell yes. Rogue Galaxy all day every day. That bug-chess is sweet. Also, I can’t help but admit the Lilika-jiggling they threw in there is hard not to like.

I went to Catholic school from K to 8th grade, from the late ‘80s to early ‘90s. The middle school portion of those years just happened to coincide with my first exposure to rap music, and my natural obsession therewith. I also happened to live directly across the street from the school for the majority of that time.…

What's really weird is how he can throw farther than he can punt.

For my money, nothing screams Halloween like a Lucio Fulci joint. City of the Living Dead is my fave.

Indeed. But it's becoming an ever more complicated consideration. I think about how Sapporo owns Unibroue all the time, and wonder if the product is being slowly sacrificed at the profit-altar. It's much harder in this case than it is, say, for Goose Island/ AB Inbev; all of GI's regular rotation beers are pretty much…

The mental image of Homer fucking crushing the range with his head, going after the blueberry pie, is priceless. Always brings a smile to my face.

This past Memorial Day weekend, my father-in-law and I replaced the clutch in a '90 Miata. I live about 500 miles away from him, so there was a pretty tight schedule to get it done. It took about 24 hours, and at the point all the guts were ripped out of the car, I looked at the mess surrounding us and started to feel…

To this day I have a giant crush on Beth Littleford.