I mean, it’s one car, Michael. What could it cost, twelve hundred dollars?
I mean, it’s one car, Michael. What could it cost, twelve hundred dollars?
Contagions in Cars Getting Coughing
The good cars get thrown in the river. Anything else is sent to Dollar and Thrifty.
Looks like those rental companies should have sprung for the full insurance. Not all credit companies cover market crashes.
Only if that kid has a salvage title.
It deserves a warrior’s death fitting for a minivan. Being buried alive in crushed Cheerios and Goldfish while a Radio Disney rendition of Who Let The Dogs Out plays in the background.
Drivers: Spiders in my car? Kill it with fire!
I sense a great disturbance in the workforce. As if thousands of middle managers cried out because their employees are getting a small taste of autonomy.
You have chosen...poorly. That sippy cup is not the cup of a carpenter.
Well, the front fell off.
I doubt any of us have seen an invisible driver at all.
I must regretfully inform you that there is a Donald Trump Jr.
When you step on Lego space station, everyone can hear you scream.
I believe VW calls that Fahrtzvergnügen.
Meanwhile, someone who quits their job because they don’t want to be an accessory to unethical behavior can’t even collect unemployment.
When there's nothing left to believe in, believe in hope.
A whole ass city powered by explosive gas?