I want to make sweet, sweet love to this comment.

You know, people often ask me why I don’t move back to St. Louis.

My uncle drove one of thes, so in honor of my Uncle Al, I give you his vote:

I got to “undercarriage lights” and hit the NOPE. As Grandma Orca used to say, “Not today, not tomorrow, not next week, next year, nor in the hereafter.”

This is the Zen koan of Kinja.

Preach it!

I’ve said this before, but move the setting of Go Tell It On The Mountain from Harlem to 1970s Missouri and you have the story of my life. I’ve read it annually since I was 18 and it still moves me.

$6k for a well-maintained Toyota with stupid low miles? NICE PRICE all day long. I am unreasonable on this matter. 

“Can these two face-eating abominations live together without driving each other crazier?”

Imma steal this GIF and you can’t stop me!

Raven is out of fucks to give. YOU WISH YOU COULD BE THIS FABULOUS

Totally. She had a FEVA for the FLAVA.

I loved RED because Helen Mirren and Brian Cox are terrific in it.

Dangit, you beat me to it.

It’s the same vibe I get looking at pictures of Phil Spector. Like they’re barely tethered to our reality.

Came for this, was not disappoint.

I know, right? You got to pull the outfit together with the right pants!

The grift that keeps on grifting!