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QUENTIN Tarantino, not Quinten

The Mo’Hawk, the better.

That Brazilian Ford mod was wicked expensive. It was, like, fifty Brazilian dollars.

This should be directly connected via a corrugated flexible tube to another tent in which E.T. and Elliott are dying.

...and no cleanse juices to be seen.

I bet it would be sold on Goop, and come with a trunk full of cleanse juices and jade vagina eggs.

You know as well as I do that any attempt to do brake work at one wheel (on a vehicle of this vintage with that much ‘patina’) that involves bleeding or removing a line will snowball into a comprehensive brake system replacement.

Oh totally. This product is fucking stupid and dangerous. I was just reminded of the other safety devices I have defeated and lived to tell of.

I only hope it works as well as the Bathroom Buddy from Gremlins.

Confession Time: I used a split ring of PVC pipe to hold the safety bar on my push mower so that I could walk away from it to move a garden hose or something without it shutting off.

Stevie Wonder. Ha ha. Reminds me of one of my favorite logical proofs: “God is love. Love is blind. Stevie Wonder is blind. Therefore, Stevie Wonder is God.”

Lemme know when they build the Rainbow Road expansion so I can spend most of the race falling off the edge and finish by throwing my controller against the TV.

My dad had a truck in the late 1980's that had plaid valve covers:

Be Best

Maybe via a shipping option for ‘Matryoshka Delivery’, right next to the gift wrap option.

Now they need to redesign their boxes to look like various scales of the truck. Then I will order die-cast models of this truck so I can receive a box, packaged inside an identical box, delivered by an identical box.

I captured one in my chicken wire compost containment and killed it with a single point-blank shot between the eyes with my $30 pellet rifle.

Those tough little fuckers are hard to kill.

I just run the vehicle until all the oil is gone, then replace the engine. No mess.