meh, mopars are easy to lift

Now, today, that may seem to be an odd choice for Calvin’s dad, who seemed to have a decent mid-level white collar job, owned a home, and all those trappings of middle class living.

That was an excellent read. Thank you. Now I want to get rid of my safe, reliable and normal Mazda and go buy something that might light on fire in my driveway, or through a drive shaft on the freeway... i’m serious; this made me miss my Jalopies from younger years.

“This car is what I look like on the inside” is the most perfect thing I have ever heard to describe this ridiculous hobby of ours. I’m going to look at my fifteen-year-old modded-to-hell Impreza a little differently from now on, ‘cause holy shit, it’s actually my messy innards laid bare in steel and glass and rubber…

You own that car in Virginia? You must be nuts.

No, capitalist pig LS swap.

I had the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to tour the Baikonur Cosmodrome about a decade ago, and visited the facilities where most of the R-7 boosters are prepped, integrated, and launched. One of the tour guides commented that it was an A-1 red letter day for the downrange Kazakh farmers when one of the strap-on…

LIKE MASTURBATION

What we’re all missing is the grave injustice of Andrew Jackson being forced to relocate by the federal government. He must be very sad...

(Washington Post editorial offices)

It’s not the screentime - it’s how the camera would linger of Ghost’s face every single time they cut back to Castle Black.

No tolls, but I all of the people on the street large heads with convolutions showing.

It’s the time in the autoclave that’s the real bitch.

All door designs were inspired by toys from Torch’s childhood.

No doors. You’re sedated inside a carbon fiber loom and the car is built around you over the next 32 excruciating hours.

WHY DIDNT YOU PUT A TRIGGER WARNING AT TOP???

The body of the sauce is carrot purée, which is probably why you see some lumps in the texture. Sounds weird but SO GOOD.