As the owner of a BRZ, I can confirm that it is fun and flingable. But I really, really doubt you could get a kayak on the roof. I will also say that my best highway mpg showing is around 25, and that was in 6th gear going about ...the speed limit, officer.

There was this one video where he kept cutting into the review and saying “I POOP” and like walking up to an outdoor outhouse, and then did this absolutely bizarre stop-motion video thing where he like...counted to 10 and had himself in various weird positions on the floor of this random room...I can’t do it justice.…

Here’s my fear. I scooter commute on a tight three-lane highway. I don’t think there’s enough room for me to ride between the lanes here, at least not without worrying about clipping mirrors or dinging that one car that’s just slightly too far over, or having someone open a car door suddenly into me (to spit or…

He’s a refreshing alternative to the quirks and features of Doug Demuro’s grating personality.  Oh, I love Doug, in small doses, but damn if he’s not constantly astonished by things like door handles and buttons that are slightly different than the door handles and buttons in other cars, and his like “fake posh” voice…

Mister Regular is the Marcel Duchamp of car review video people. His frequent descents into surreal non-sequitur are epic and legendary. I love this guy.

not one photo of a scantily clad sexy man in costume?  Just the ladies then?  cool cool...

This game is terrifying in how accurate it is.  Let’s hope it goes, er, viral.  

How has this not been posted yet?

Yes. I don’t like to drink sunscreen, thank you very much.

I feel dumber for having read this, but it’s still funny.

My husband and I frequently take cruises, and in a lot of places in the Caribbean, we have to pretend to be brothers when interacting with anyone. I remember being in Jamaica at this shady-ass lobster restaurant (that’s a story for another day) and having uncomfortable conversations with the restaurant owner about…

Cute scoot!

Thanks for including a scooter on this list. I’m a Vespa guy - love my GTS300. Fast enough for what I need it to do (general highway commuting and the occasional 100 mile ride through the twisties) while being super sexy and stylish in its looks.

This is some privileged gibberish. You know who wants to stop me from getting married? Lots of people. Marriage is a contract that the state grants that provides tangible legal protections and recognition of a relationship. It’s not just a “oh you want to get married? go say you’re married.” That’s a nonsense…

What’d your good buddy Jesus say about casting the first stone?  

You, sir, can go fuck yourself. My “sin” is none of your business.  Flagging you for hate speech.  I’m not playing around here, people.  You judge me, I judge you.  

Turkish Golds, and yeah, me too.  

There’s nothing fair and reasonable about saying “Yeah it’s ok for you to tell that other person that your religion says they’re evil, and they should just shut up and take it.” Fuck fair and reasonable if it means you get to tell me anything about how to live my life. You don’t get to tell me that, and you certainly…

Don’t tell me I’m wrong, or hateful, or scared because I don’t want people like you to tell me who I can and cannot marry. How about you show some tolerance?