So what you're saying is that I've horribly misjudged the Accord and should buy one yesterday. Because that's what I'm getting here.

My last car was Grammy Douche and I LOVED her - she did what she wanted, but always protected me. I am still mourning her loss.

OOOOOH! Thank you sir or madam - I love this idea!

Yarp. I could not agree more. But I joke, so that I do not kill indiscriminately.

LESBARU!!! OMG. I may have to tell my husband, "I'm sorry dear, but I've made a decision: The Amazons of Lesbaru have given me a better offer. It's your fault for even telling me about the Forester in the first place."

"How can you possibly like all cars?!"

Oh darn. Now you're just going to have to come out here for a vacation to get them back. I totally didn't plan that out at all.

Oops, did I take your rocket ship bottoms by mistake?

HAHAHA! Seriously, I'm looking for a car - it wasn't just a convenient lead-in to make a joke.

I WAS ONLY IN YOUR HOUSE THAT ONE TIME!

Great, from reading these comments, I just know my night is going to end with squirting whipped cream in my mouth and eating eclairs from both hands. DAMN YOU ALL (I love you)

You clever minx!

I imagine him in the kitchen every night, grilling kidnapped hipsters, and cackling like a mad scientist as he writes complex food equations on to a chalkboard.

I look forward to receiving your check for the purchase of said vehicle!

I know I'm trending suburban white soccer mom, but I'm not THAT vanilla yet.

BUH DUM SHHHHHHHH!

But it has to said in a whisper and with suggestively waggling eyebrows.

I legitimately snorted at this. GOOD SHOW!

Well, if it's in the bylaws, I really have no choice, do I?

"So, like...does this mean we can have a threesome with a 3-series?"