I don’t see how they could hold it against him, but I guess insurance might be different over there.

“Iwas sexually assaulted by a grip months later.”

Acura restored Ludacris to original condition? No wonder I haven’t heard anything new from him in a while

Too much “LOL” in the description for my liking

If it could mean what I’d like to to mean, I’d love to be “unpresidented” right about now

The first time I “drove” I was 9 or 10 sitting on my dad’s lap just managing steering as we made our way East across Iowa after a family vacation to see the redwoods. Eventually that car would be mine, and despite it being a bit of a deathtrap, I miss it to this day. 89 Caprice Classic. Truly a land-barge in every…

I’m not familiar with anything else he’s done, so yeah, I’ll take your word on that. Considering how he’s turned out to be, wouldn’t be surprised if it was blatantly stolen from some black musician

Ted Nugent. Fuck that guy, but stranglehold is awesome... Lyrics should have been a clue though

6 Bulls on this list....twice as many as the Nuggets, 3 times as many as the 76ers, 6 times more than anyone else on the list...

Soccerball in the skyyyy....I can fly twice as high....

Cut from the same cloth, if you will

Angry cloud shakes fist at man

I suppose by definition, you can have too much of anything....because it was too much.

So, at what point does one have to worry about the basic structure of the car being able to take the stress of all this extra power? Is it so slight compared to the stresses of a collision that he doesn’t have to?

Hmmm, that’s a good point.

Hmmm, that’s a good point.

I don’t want a giant SUV, but I do want a hatch. Where I am in my life, I need more storage, and it need it more easily accessed. Doesn’t need to be canyonero’ed up though. I could see other people accepting that they’ll have to go with an SUV to get that storage space, given the relative lack of wagons/hatchbacks

What if I want to keep the sun off my neck?

Sadly, we don’t get many trick or treaters anyway. Just enough spaced out over the night to make her unhappy. She’s not a fan of knocking either...really, just not a fan of strangers or signs of strangers approaching.

My fuzzy little shark is not cool with doorbells, so it’s going to be a long night for her

My first car, and the car I learned to drive, was an 89 Chevy Caprice Classic wagon. Truly a land barge. The first time it tried to kill the family was on a vacation road trip out west to see the badlands and such. That was a good place to overheat.