susquebablo
Susquebablo
susquebablo

It’s a Derlint Flatulence Extractor.

As a professional hobo comber, I choose not to take offence at the comparison with cat shit picker-uppers.

The word “sporty” still means something. It just doesn’t mean what you want it to mean anymore.

How’s this?

Canadian hillbillies.

A French Onion Soup Injection system would only increase (my) harmful emissions.

“Hey, let’s make shit up and put it on the Internet!” - Vox

Why does it look like a 2009 Dodge Caliber SRT4 with more...ugly bits?

Damn I hate sales douchebags like these guys. Before my wife and I bought our new car I downloaded and read through the owner’s manual. When we went in to pick up the car our sales guy wasn’t there; he’d called in sick. The replacement dude who “helped” us was a “Hey now!” douche pontoon. A stereotypical sales guy.

I’ve always wanted a Flord Flersion Turdbo just like that one.

“Atmospheric stripping”. So, like stripping with Vangelis playing in the background. Got it.

Russia is a demonstration of what would happen if drunk brodudes (with guns) ran the world.

Our ‘77 Volare Premier sedan had a 318 2bbl — and the stock engine was blue.

I’d rather have an non-Camino’d ‘85 Chrysler 5th Avenue.

I love stabaphores, too.

Gas jumped from 64.4 cents a litre to 72.9 cents a litre this morning, in the Canadian city where I am today. This was within an hour of the rumour of reduced oil production making the news.

Roge One? I want to see Doge One.

I’ve never been out of the grey since we all got Kinja’d.

Midichlorians are real!