I mean, they're still parked at the Estate.

British cat's eyes manage not to break, unlike most everything american made. Why don't we make sidewalks solar powered?

Until a man named Keith decides he can service it himself. After all, they give their own haircuts.

Hammond's Damper Van. Complete with "flying" deck.

"Is that an ancestral portrait of Great-Uncle Yourself?"

The shadow of the car is pointed towards the camera, same as the sticker shadows would be.

"Clarkson, will you be tipping over at any point today for our amusement?"

#YesAllTriumphs or #NotAllCars ?

Sorry to shit on your parade, it's six blokes supposedly admiring the engine. You know, like guys do? If it was broken down, it'd be one telling nobody but the lady to fuck off and walk or shut up.

The only person with their head on straight in this equation is the renter who gets to live in a house he doesn't have to own.

I laugh at all the young people who bought a house in and around 2008 that they knew they couldn't afford, but nonetheless listened to the banker who knew they'd default before they inevitably got divorced at 27.

You know what's even better? Breakfast for dinner.

Can we at least be called the Breakfast Millenials?

You know, I was aware the moment you opened your mouth that you came to my thread with an open mind... ... ...

Confession is always weakness. The grave soul keeps its own secrets, and takes its own punishment in silence.

I'm sure you'll find my lengthy post in which I tell people like you your way of thinking is actually doing more harm than good. Go fuck yourself. I'm sure if it were up to you, there'd be no men around to do it for you.

Excuse me. But because of the simple fact I have a penis, I am willingly accepting the well deserved label of being a potential rapist, triggered just at the mere sight of me, at my mere presence, again, just because I have a penis. Because WE have a penis. And, again, I willingly accept it. Happy too, even. This is…

The thing is, it's exactly the type of thing that would have gotten me an A in school.

I empathize with both of you's. And my mother told me she wasn't believed either. And she was a kid. While I was growing up, I always kinda felt she was pretty dismissive of me sometimes, now I understand why. She didn't mean to, I know, but, help it? I wouldn't doubt she couldn't.

I never suggested or said it was wrong. You're clearly out of your league having not understood a word I said, of from where I was saying it. I'm not surprised by your knee-jerk reactionary impulses. You're not worth the calories it takes to type beyond this sentence.