Was she a...West end girl?

Standard. Take your base ten European measurements down the road.

Is a buttload measured my volume or mass?

I was just trying to help that sheep over the fence.

That is just achingly beautiful.

I just envision a never ending flow of people all saying “I’m not going to fall for a banana in the tailpipe.”

I am an unabashed Sammy lover. He’s a genuinely nice guy and puts on a fantastic, fun show and LOVES cars. Check out the interview with Dan Rather where Sammy takes him for a spin in his La Ferrari.

My neighbors all know how much I masturbate. They usually ask me why I keep telling them and they’d like me to leave their porch.

Fuck all of that.

You son-of-a-bitch.

Not pictured is my dog saying “DAMN IT!!! So close!!!”

“he does not participate in dances...”

About 50 miles into the stretch of I70 between Salina and Green River, Utah. 110 miles with no services. None.

My friend’s dad had one just like that except it was black. It was slow, noisy, rode like a gimpy mule and I wish I had it today.

$160k?!?!?!

Remember when San Francisco was associated with gold miners instead of hippies?

It’s got Homer Simpson levels of auto design elements.

I wonder if Carrie Coon is going to be up against herself for Fargo and The Leftovers when the Emmys come around. She kicks so much ass in both.

Why did the engineer cross the road?

Good.