Myself and half this blog:

Ah, somebody who understands scaling rarely linear.  You complete me.

There’s a certain beauty to the driver’s complete dedication to pursuing a catastrophically wrong course of action.

I’m genuinely impressed they didn’t forget the water spray when Statham was sliding down the side of the building.  

They don’t have to prove a damn thing to arrest you.  

Presuming the device is placed according to a legally issued warrant...

It’s not an “autopilot.”

I couldn’t give less of a shit what the law says. If I find a device on my car, and I don’t know what it is, and don’t know where it came from, and don’t want it on my car, I’m removing it and throwing it in the trash.

Admit it: this is your Heaven.

She needs to have her hair cut by a five year old.

Also, while I may personally get erections for any number of weird and confusing stimuli, I do not get them for “shitting on Tesla.”

An air freshener is enough to cause a significant blind spot for me.

“Heidely ho, bobcatarino!”

You have to admire how they shoehorned in a description of the cars to make it fit, though.

I might be if that target were a mailbox or an azalea.

It’s clearly a terrier.

Context matters. I’m never going to indulge Bobcat Throwing as a competitive sport. But if it’s gnawing on my foot...yeah, I’ll throw the fucker hard and far if I have to, and not shedding a tear.

Besides, we are already past the point of no return.

For me, the first thing I think of when I hear “’80s car” is “Ford Escort.”

And in their following tweet, they mention the department donated $10k to breast cancer research.