Mumia Abu-Jamal.

99% sure that belt references the Kendrick song that samples it. Belt makers are a fickle group and tend to design based off platinum selling records as opposed to obscure 40 year old soul singles

I grew up in Fresno, CA and this is basically the same. Telling people I met that I was a 3 hour drive from the ocean, San Francisco, or LA made their eyes glaze over, because I was from California but not THAT California. Our mayor’s nickname was “Bubba” and I had a farm on my highschool campus. Nevermind that our…

Perfectly stated

Who are these people with leftover pills?

I rode two-strokes for a decade, and it’s incredibly easy to tell the difference if you have a sense of smell. Also now I get really happy if there’s a bike burning synthetic two-stroke oil anywhere near me. So nostalgic.

It’s funny you didn’t hear about her how I did: via the Muse

She is phenomenal. Have you heard the orchestral album?

We had our reception at our local bar. They had a photo booth, so we asked everyone for a copy of their photos, and that’s it. We’re not supplying any free food/booze, y’all don’t supply any presents. Reception cost us like $30

It is REALLY easy to turn any CRT tv into an oscilloscope. Tons of videos on YouTube, quick soldering job. And they are free on basically every craigslist in the country. Makes the Ocelot much more (potentially) useful

Tis story takes place on a 1,000 sport touring bike, not a Harley, but:

When I was in highschool, the DARE cops did a weed dog demo with some seriously old ditch weed in a sock. Knowing a thing or two about old weed, I asked the officer how he knew the dog wasn’t just smelling the sock. He obliged, took the weed out, and hid it.

So disappointed this headline wasn’t literal

This was an amazing read. I can’t imagine any other news source who could either want to or be able to comment so deeply on the flaws of their corporate overloards. This is why I come to the gawker sites daily.

I was a professional driver for a decade, and have driven 100s of vehicles. The Dodge Avenger was by far my least favorite. Complete piece of shit. Less redeemable than any of the Kcars, less enjoyable than the post-accident/pre-scrapyard Subaru Forester, with worse feel than the 30 year old full size school bus. The…

The difference for me is the voice. I might be able to appreciate Junot Diaz again in the future because when I read him, it’s not him that I’m hearing. Likewise it’s easier for me to appreciate a painting or a sculpture. But listening to Cosby’s voice just reminds me of the things he’s done.

Socks on the floor, socks out the door. Van rule #1.

I have ADD and anxiety and driving is one of the main things that makes me feel better BECAUSE it takes all of my focus and concentration. I mean out in curvy mountain roads. Being stuck in traffic is boring and annoying, but downshifting into a corner brings me SO MUCH joy

No mugshot? I’m really curious what years running a cult does to someone. Asking for a friend

Dawkins is a dipshit, but that doesn’t make Space Dad any more real. Side note: women are generally better than men.