Miami here. Same thought. Maybe they’ll throw in one of those foil-backed screens people put in their windshields, but in full-car size?

It was still short of “Sucking my eyes out my asshole,” which is pretty much what a Model X at full tilt in Ludicrous Mode feels like.

Not a single song from Ani DiFranco? I call shenanigans.

Yeah, I opted out of listening when I saw “we discuss this at length around the 72 minute mark...”

So you have 24 role models and one cautionary tale. Not a bad ratio.

Huh. One of the other dads mentioned Havasu; I was surprised. That seems like a shitty spring break place, but what do I know.

Sorry, no disrespect intended. Back in my day, ASU and UofA had the absolute hottest student body, bar none. Think it still holds true. Yesterday I was talking to a friend whose kid will be going to Pomona College next year, and I told him that the kid needs to find out where the ASU and UofA girls go on spring break…

ASU or U of A?

‘Why am I even working? Why the hell are we even here?’

Passersby were amazed by the unusually large amounts of fluid.

It’s always sad when the gyro takes a fall.

Based on the headline, I really expected to read that Mike Piazza had come out of retirement.

I think it’s a combination. A lot of the older guys who use to belong to my gym had served in the armed forces; I imagine that wipes out any bashfulness pretty quickly. And I think as you get older you care less about whether any dude is checking out your package (he’s not) and more about whether you’ll have swampass…

Since my gym was taken over by the name brand, the old guys have gone away. Now it’s a bunch of young nevernudes.

I’m in my 40s so I’m somewhere in the middle — I don’t powder my taint in the bench, but I don’t wear underwear beneath my towel for the walk to the shower, either.

Wake ‘n bake ‘n bacon?

Don’t most courses re-cut the holes in the morning? I think he’d only be getting the poor greenskeeper.

That’s a fringe candidate I could get behind.

I just rented one of those for a 5-day ski trip in Colorado. My wife called it “the little Compass that could” because it damn near redlined on every hill, and there were lots of hills...