Fuck you Kinja for not letting me star this—possibly the greatest thing I’ll see all day.

That’s freaking awesome.

It’s formally called “The Sculpture House.” And I distinctly remember freaking out the first time I saw it. Each time I’d drive down I-70, I’d try to find my way down the backroads to it. Thanks to the internet, it’s pretty well-documented. But for the longest time, the only way I could ever see inside it was by…

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! I lived in an upper-class neighborhood through this time, and can confirm that this is the correct answer. I saw everyone in town move from luxury sedans to trucks with leather.

If that ad showed in the USA, we’d all be deriding it like we did Scion for trying to act youthful and hip.

This truck is definitely Comic Sans.

Shaving?

How much weight do I save if I empty the coins out of my pocket?

Domino’s pizza recently had an add campaign where they admitted their product wasn’t very good. I’m not sure how well that translated into sales, though.

Wipe that smile off your face, stupid steering wheel.

On the nose. How foolish we were to give up on such a luxurious mode of transportation.

Yeah, I had a red one. It was a dog at acceleration. Between the weird AMC Pacer looks and the budget-class suspension, I do not miss it.

I honestly thought that was a Hyundai Sonata until I looked at the badge. I guess that’s where car design is at right now.

MOAR TURBO MINIVANS!!

“Chipmunk cheeks, eh?” I always thought of Infiniti’s new grille as “Yelling fat kid”

Eagleman always makes me smile. I have fond memories of Jr. High, and my friends and I shouting across the classroom, “I’ve got something for you!” “Wow, look at those low rates!”

Nature always wins.

What? I couldn’t hear you over the road noise. Fuck it, just turn the radio up. Louder. Louder. LOUDER. OK, we’re good now.

How many times can I upvote this?

When the only tool you have is a hammer, every problem looks like a nail.