How dare you. That’s offensive to seals.
I went on a fishing expedition when I was looking for a Jeep SRT. I located 3 of them at 3 different dealerships within 100 miles. 1 was currently being driven by the dealership’s owner, so I guess that means it’s a used car. The next dealership wanted sticker and quoted me an insulting value for my trade-in, and…
I have a proposal for Land Rover: Add a factory option to have the vehicle delivered with the trunk stocked with beef from the cow that is now the interior.
I really wanted to watch the whole thing, but autotune is like having a syphillitic jaguar piss in my ear.
I was on my way through Dubai where, during the scenic bus ride across the tarmac from Lufthansa to Saudia, I saw a Lamborghini Diablo, a McLaren, and Porsche GT3 all palletized and waiting for their flight.
Gwee-Gwee? Gee-Gee? Gooey-Gooey? Guy-guy?
I’ll be “that” guy:
Y’know, you can always move...
SWARM THE YELP PAGE!!!
Engineering & maintenance are no match for prayers & magic.
I love you for using an illustration from a Richard Scary book. Takes me back.
1. Strap box fans to a shopping cart
I can’t wait to see what Mahk has to say about this real person.
<checks Netflix>
Nice try. I ride solo.
Cyclist here: If it’s not the coal rollers, it’s the guy with the batshit loud exhaust (v-twin or tuner fartcan or straight-piped stang or whatever) who punches it as he passes you to let you know how awesome he is. Fags.
My mom was headed to a schoolboard meeting and asked if I wanted her to pick me up some McD’s for dinner. Well, shit yes I would! Big Mac, please. She said, “just one?” Being a wiseass, I said, “I’ll take four.” She said, “I’m buying you four and you’re going to eat all of them.” and walked out the door.