theredtape
theredtape
theredtape

nailed it

Doug, you too can can reminisce about the many alternative repairs that may be performed on Audis!

I think we need a QOTD like “Shoulda had a V8.” Basically which are the most unlikely cars that shoulda had a V8. Dibs on this little hoonigan monster.

You’ll be very interested to know I’m having a sale on military grade, Chem trail resistant tin foil cranium protectors. They also reflect the mind control signals that are transmitted from satellites. Comes with free gun bunker so you can hide your firearms when Obama or the New World Order (U.N.) comes for them.

Turtles in Time was way better than Heist. I wonder how much it costs?

Oh, that’s just freakin’ adorable!

Unparalleled journalism like this is what keeps me coming back.

Dear Ralph Gilles,

I’m not sure I’m doing this right. haha. Anyway, I had an ‘88 Subaru GL. It certainly wasn’t as extreme as the example below, but, it had a lift kit and knobbly tires. And looked slightly more Mad Maxian because it was rusty and multicolored. It was remarkably competent as an off-roader though. It couldn’t keep up

Torch, you’re my favorite writer and I’m usually fairly convinced you’re some sort of genius. It’s images like these that make me think you’re the type of genius that’s just teetering on the edge of perverted insanity, and all it will take is a gentle breeze from a passing Citroen Ami to send you off the deep end.

This isn’t your run of the mill CJ, however. It’s a long wheelbase CJ-6, unloved back in the day, and relatively rare now.

Part of that 60%, checking in.

Modern driving gloves are like that. Padding keeps your hands from blistering. Plus they’re fire proof... in case he drives a Ferrari later.

My justice boner is raging.

THIS is the finger of justice, Lockwood. It makes my chest hairs tingle every time I point it at miscreants like YOU.

It’s beautiful

Is what they are doing to do keep them grounded to the ground?

Do chimichangas count? Sometimes I want my burrito deep fried.

A burritometer. A needle that points me in the direction of the nearest establishment that is both open and sells burritos.