Or pull the broom from your ass while I exercise my right to mock the awful taste of the “tuner” and the hideous end result.

I’m not seeing art here. I’m seeing an old Porsche that a person with no taste bolted huge flares onto.

That thing looks atrocious. I bet that it’d look like a capital T from the air.

“Luckiest Man Alive” is the most understated thing committed to print in the last hundred years?

The Germans had their own take on the intersection:

The fat one can also cut bowglers in half.

Get some alpine skis. Cheaper, and you can go over stuff that would turn a truck like that into a pretzel.

Only the Stars ‘n Swastikas Donald Trump rims could have withstood the impact.

Who the fuck is this idiot anyway?

Don’t worry. Captain Walker will buy Dodge and fly it to Tomorrowmorrowland.

The frame was clearly bent near the firewall too.

People change, circumstances change. Why is it hard to accept that things don’t find equilibrium and just stay the same forever?

What does the symbol in the snow that it partially surfaces through mean?

Our neighbor ran a Mercedes dealership when I was growing up. It was sweet irony when my dad would have to boost two of his three W123s on cold mornings with our Lincoln. The third was invariably broken and in for work.

I’m about as left-wing as you can go without being a card-carrying Marxist (I also have a problem with the idea of class struggle as the centrepiece of a purely socioeconomic phenomenon in the postmodern era — Instead, I see it as ideological struggle [in the Althusserian sense], where socioeconomic status is one of…