“There is no such thing as a flying motorcyclist that hasn’t crashed, only a flying motorcyclist that hasn’t crashed and taken out a primary school yet.”

Depends on the truck and how the weight is distributed.

OMG OMG OMG! Please have Torch testify. OMG. It’d be so spectacular!

Those jerks tried to circle him looking all hard, but his vigorous pumping and spraying all over the place got them off as fast as possible.

You are wrong. Simply and categorically wrong.

I think the next time I visit a dealer, I going to bring some of those playskool keys.  When they ask for my keys I am going to straight face hand them those.

One time, back when I was a cop, I stopped this crime ring that was boosting DVD players and car stereos. Long story short, I wound up JOINING the group family and traveling the world committing/stopping crimes. Then I had a kid and they stopped inviting me to the jobs. Kids ruin everything.

I cannot want until Nik and Richard finish Binky and begin working on putting this Yaris drive train into a toaster oven.

I’m going to have so much scotch and I don’t need to share. It is going to be perfect.

Maybe it just became self-aware and didn’t like what it saw. 

Too afraid to give anyone ideas.  If we’re all quiet, maybe the prices won’t go up.

As a small business owner that deals with customers all over the country, I can’t just ingore calls I don’t know. Furthermore, most of these spammy calls mask the number and use a local area code. 

Don’t be thinking small. Think BIG. Think Continental. Think New Yorker. Think Delta 88. Tbink about all those smooth-riding malaise-yachts with 150 horsepower lumps. Imagine doubling or tripling the power of one of those things and gliding along in silent splendor...

Corvette Summer (1978)

As far as cheesy terribly written goes... yes, it is my favorite. 

anything can be a toilet.

I think I can I think I can I think I can I think I’m a can.

Typically you don’t get the crabs from just a Hummer

Camry:

No room in the garage for a vehicle.