Time to party like it’s 1986 with a delicious 524td.
Well crap. At least you won’t have to argue about fault with a clear determination. Even if totaled, maybe you can still keep it and fix.
Barenaked Ladies are gonna be blasted for a solid six hours.
And Republicans in California feel disenfranchised as well, both on the state and the national level.
Course you can’t find one. The last of them ended up over here!
It’s important that Democrats understand that. DNC -- and the Democratic Party -- are viewed as deeply corrupt and the Hillary debacle set that perception in concrete.
Things should settle the fuck down after the primaries. This is exactly what they are for.
I think the more important question is how much of the winnowing process will be controlled by the DNC. Remember, it was the DNC that forced Hillary down our throats. And we all know how that worked out....
It is more expensive because it is better
Just some driving. Our Big Trip™ this year is to CA. We fly to the Bay Area for a family reunion and do some sightseeing there, then head south and end up at Disneyland. Whole trip is about two weeks. So no 3,500-mile road trips this year. Which is good and bad. They boys enjoy flying, as do I, but I also enjoy a good…
good for them. deano is good and I’ve decided that i don’t really care what people think of me singing in my car. it makes me happy and has no one so i do it. power to this guy.
1. One, the opening is too small for real murder work
After snoozing my alarm 8 times, I finally rolled out of the hotel bed. Toby pops his head up and starts following me to the bathroom as he always does. I look at myself in the hotel bathroom mirror; hair looks like I stuck my finger in a socket, undershirt and tie still on my body, head feels like Neil Peart was…
Welcome to this very-normal edition of LBM! Where I browse the web for a few minutes and I give you arm-chair analysis of news from the United States of Mexico!
We always want what’s uncommon
A town a few miles away has an old Sinclair station that they restored. It’s right on Main Street. I took a pic of my old 65 F100 there one time.
Most people can take the hint that they don’t belong somewhere. Not me as it would seem. While visiting Arizona last year, I mistakenly walked into a ritzy event next to Lamborghini Scottsdale. I was blissfully oblivious to the cocktail waitresses, the men in velvet suits, and the exotic looking snack trays. No, I…
Pretty much everyone’s current face is a hex grille with the headlights smashing into it.