This thing makes more publicity for Rolex than if Scarlett Johansson ran down the street wearing nothing other than a Yacht-Master on her wrist.

Twerking?

I would rather refer to that as “gasoline-powered real estate”

You don’t need a yacht-sized bank account to own one, just a yacht-size spot on the road to fit it.

90% this is a stolen joyride and will be found inside of 3 days after it is abandoned.

My word for tomorrow will be “misbegotten”.

Man, that just looks better.

Fair enough... So he probably spent not stupid money, but idiotic, ridiculous money.

I will concede that. It does THAT incredibly well.

Don't you dare. The Kamaz Dakar trucks are purpose-built, with nothing extra added. I would even add that the moving truck and art truck also have purpose (moving shit and rolling art). The Kiravan - no design purpose other than see how much electronics we cram into a semi-articulated RV.

This is what happens when an ex-Disney “imagineers” rounds up a bunch of PhD-toting engineers and tells them to build an RV inside of a budget that is “less than a 737".

I stand corrected.

Congratulations, Mr. 52nd State, on today’s COTD! I would like to gift you with a Nissan Titan classic truck which this lovely lady will deliver as soon as... DAMN BRO!! YOU SEEN THEM TITTIES?!!! I MEAN, DAMN BRO. JESUS FUCKIN’ CHRIST THOSE SOME BIGGOL TITTIES BRO!!!

That type of cover seems so outdated too... probably since it’s based the damn rolladesk.

There are days that having fireworks shooting out the front of my car at other drivers would be totally appropriate...

Interestingly my dad’s car once broke down at his workplace in the rain, and I watched a coworker test for spark by shoving a screwdriver into the spark plug socket with his finger on the driver shaft then telling my dad to turn it over.

Merry Christmakwanzaahanukkah!!!

1767.

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And that sir is the bona fide simultaneous best and worst product of the Internet in one sheet-metal clad, bottle rocket-firing, exploding cantaloupe-pooping pile o’ shit.