Ran when parked.

I still mail everything I can just ‘cause. They call me a Luddite and I do not care.

I don’t know, that looks pretty good by Kobe’s standards. He hit at least one out of five there.

It was probably another undercover reporter trying to figure out why they were there.

If you mean help with that drink, I got you.

And about as professional.

and extremely happy with the addition of young ladies to their world

“You have to admire a person using the right tool for the job.”

Crack Pipe. If you need to Fast wagon, cheap the answer is Magnum SRT-8. There is hella aftermarket support and there are still clean unhooned examples out there.

We’ll just have to see if its price oedipally wrecks it.

That’s where you put the woofie.

My perfect interior would be made out of materials found in fine watches and furniture. No plastic. No painted surfaces. Just polished solid metal and wood touches, top-quality leather (or maybe cloth upholstery in the right mood), and crystal.

I saw a BMW with its turn signal on once.

You’ve obviously never driven a car with a bloody big pushrod V8 in it.

I think it has been well documented that there is nothing that can’t be improved by sticking a bloody big pushrod V8 in it. Do you recall Clarkson’s V8-powered blender? It was better, right?

It’s like getting Olivia Munn into the sack and then turning the lights off and doing it missionary.

I couldn’t stand that whole walk on stage in a flannel shirt and dirty pants routine. Being a rock star in the ultimate dream. Why go on stage to act miserable?

David Spade had a bit he did on Weekend Update called Hollywood Minute. He made the joke and it took off and never stopped.

For a 90s high schooler, the wait from discovering Ten as a freshman to Vs. as a junior was interminable, and Core filled the gap.

The thing about being a rock star in the ’90s is you had to act like you hated being a rock star.