A quarter million miles on a 22 year-old car sounds obscene, but I’m willing to bet that a vast majority of those miles are highway miles. And highway miles compared to stop ‘n’ go driving, constantly-restarting-the-motor city miles are next to no wear and tear.

Separated at birth?

I could’ve sworn I was looking at a urine sample that some dude was really, really proud of displaying.

What? Use punks so young that they can’t do jail time? WTF?

A live-action Pinocchio...talk about a flick that’s as pointless as tits on a boar hog.  (Oops, Iowa farm boy talk--a boar hog is male.)

So when the Musk fanboi sells his Tesla, I take the dude has to have his hand hacked open and retrieve the implant? Fun!

After VeeDub’s Golf Harlequins:

Three things you can always count on:

I’ll admit it: I’m piqued since the movie is terrific. No joke, ordering it today. Thx for the recc.

I’m sure we have a longtime idea here that makes Repub-nazis shiver and tingle with delight at the possibilities....

The Art of Mopar: Chrysler, Dodge, and Plymouth Muscle Cars

Yeah, me too.  As if proofreading is so tough.  (Running spell check, you effing morons, is not proofreading.)

The Tesla Model S:

“Ginger Gonzaga”? How is that not the name of a porn star?

I’ve bought a cop car before and damn that Plymouth Fury could handle—un-effing-believable how good it was. The old man bought two cop cars years apart and was pleased with both purchases. And I’ll say this about police interceptors: you’re talking a lot of low stress highway miles on the vehicle as compared to a city…

Beast: bascially Cujo with a cat. Watch this flick disappear next week due to no one else bothering with Cat Cujo.

Echo, echo...

The ass end looks like a sock puppet:

Too good--COTD.

BWAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH!