Boy, I really hope somebody got fired for that bl...oh, wait.

Sorry guys. The whole “The Simpsons is running forever” thing is my fault. I got one of those monkey’s paws in 1994.

Incorrect. It is impossible to learn with your brains splattered.

Yes, why don’t flood victims just act like rational consumers and comparison shop for the best deal on water between price gougers? Let the free market decide who dies of thirst!

I am, admittedly, a bit of a Luddite. The thought of a world with machines that kill and artificial intelligence scares the living shit out of me. But at times like these, I truly wish that there were a device that could transport me directly to your location so that I could kick you in the penis.

Don’t worry, Tom won’t starve. He has a never ending supply of apples he’s been polishing and handing over to his superiors his entire spineless life.

Get off the computer Dad. I heard this already when Katrina hit.

Go directly to hell, you absolute nightmare of a person.

As for his footwear after skidding to stop? Destroyed.

It’s basic science. Those solid brass balls he has give him a far more stable, lower, center of gravity.

Perhaps those of us with sons could also take it to heart so that boys feel supported pursuing whatever they want.

No, a couple demo rides and watching friends ownership experience was enough to make me look elsewhere.

In my 1987 Toyota Truck, I have been keying the engine off at stoplights since I bought it. In that time, I have replaced the starter twice.

The official ride of penniless meth heads with an inferiority complex and a goatee.

The Lob.... and the Jam!

Yup. The only crime here was filming in portrait.

He’d still have the same number of hall of fame spots.

If I found that spot, I’d take cabs for a week just to keep it.

$200 dollars for an AMG? Buy it, gut the gross interior. Turn it into a Lemons car.