One speed bump in the Chuck E. Cheese parking lot and it’s game over.

Maybe the owner bought it and was incredibly excited to own a 1993 Plymouth Sundance. So excited that they had a heart attack after 94 extreme (to the max) 1993 Plymouth Sundance miles.

This epidemic isn’t limited to smartphones since any calculator can display 80085.

Imma let you finish, but he’s the voice of a generation.

You’ll see Chuck's dick first, but it takes a while for the sound to catch up.

I think we’re safe. Sharing images from scanning electron microscopes is a little more difficult than posting things on Twitter.

Pessimism ≠ Realism

• The current scarcity of brown, diesel wagons with manual transmissions.
  

“OK Tesla, drive me to Union Station.”

As someone who has spent way too much time studying climate change and the relationships to various Earth systems, I feel the need to point out how dangerous the last line of your comment is.

It’s just not the same without being run over by a 400 lb guy on a Rascal wearing a “Cinderella’s Super Happy Magic Fun Extravaganza 1997" t-shirt, while inhaling a “turkey” leg that actually came from an animal yet to be discovered in nature.

The success of electric cars is good.

You know what’s low class?

Logistics Are Musk's Enemy

They were they only ones on the lot.

So, like some kind of zone for autos?

Seeing as how the balanced breakfast program just created a generation of ultra-strong super criminals and midnight basketball taught them to function without sleep... we might want to reconsider giving them access to high performance vehicles.

Neutral: A comfortable bed and a hot plate. Stocked with as much Government Cheese as possible.