By the time I left basic, I was a goddamn buffer MASTER.
I know, right? Just beautiful.
+5 for Frank N. Furter.
Grazi, signore.
If they cut the price in half, I would be tempted.
WHY DO I LUST AFTER THAT CITROEN
Amazingly, this is my response to any picture of a snake.
I can only kneel before the awesomeness of this post.
The world would be a much better place if it were so.
Came for this, was not disappoint.
When I was a skinny teenage Orca, I used to sneak into the living room late at night and listen to Breezin’ and Weekend in L.A. with the headphones on. I had to do it late at night because we were forbidden to touch my dad’s jazz records or his stereo. Years later, I fessed up, only to be told, “Yeah, I knew all…
Military Training Instructor : AIRMAN ORCA! MY OFFICE! NOW!
“What is your major malfunction, numbnuts?! Didn’t Mommy and Daddy show you enough attention when you were a child—BANG
“Bed wench”?
This is probably the only BMW I would ever consider owning. It certainly avoids the “BMW drivers are assholes” meme.