Kinda like the dealer who doesn’t dip into his own stash?

With the cherished “Morning Wood” option no less.

And born from jets. Ha!

Florida...triple digit temps, double digit IQ’s, single digit on the trigger finger. Florida!

I just want to see the impression that the Banana Split left on her right buttock.

It’s like....It’s like, someone converted a Fiero into one of those fake Ferraris, only using a Mustang to make a lesser Mustang. It’s just sad and confusing. I’m going back to bed so I can undream this.

It’s making me tipsy.

Any one of these....from Dayton Concours.

Not according to the fires in the streets!

Maybe he is avoiding this “uncomfortable” first meeting since admitting that he hasn’t supported our military by avoiding paying taxes since God knows when. We’ll see how smart that really is.

I can set my watch to this happening every year only to never see these become tangible. And every year I waste a little more drool.

It’s so much harder to text with that inconvenient stick like thingy.

People are as uninterested and apathetic as Madison Avenue tells them to be. Rowing your own means that you actually are engaged in driving your automobile, whereas having a mobile living room with an auto whilst texting makes you a slave to the mundane. Sheep follow the sheep, in Rav4's and CRV’s.

You had me ready to sign until we got to that 90,000 mile part.

Can you rent these? Have a hockey trip coming up with some puckheads, and I wouldn’t mind checking one out.

Hector Fraire, has officially entered our modern lexicon. And like Donald Trump....aghueksnl!

A thousand velvet sad clown paintings cannot equal my sadness upon hearing this. Progress halted. (sigh)

Keep the Caravan in Windsor and help support the Windsor Ballet!

I feel a sense of comfort that he has added Buffalo Bill Cody to his board of military advisors to keep us safe from the Indians.

I can hear a old country music song coming on!