That transmission is as reliable as a sack of chicken bones. CP. If it had the Allison (like the later Duramax trucks have), it would be NP all day long.

Thus was born the prototype Cubester engine.

I think I’d rather use a 5g bucket and some sawdust than that shitter...

They probably taste like a dumpster full of gristle.

Every burrito I’ve tried is a variation on the theme “wet cardboard.”

I see an eagle. FETCH ME MY CELLO!

Scott Baio is not Sancho.

No, that is fascism; a different construct that has nothing to do with economics.

Agreed. It is, however, inadvisable to imbibe several shots of Jack Daniel’s shortly after eating two of them.

Put the turtles ON a pizza, you have Recursion Pie.

$331.35 assuming 4% interest compounded monthly. <pushes up glasses>

My father used to commute from our upstate town into NYC for work. He has always had impeccable taste, and was careful to instill in me an intense disdain for these over-sized sharkskin potato sack suits.

That violates the spirit, if not the letter, of the Geneva Convention.

YES! I always feel like a bit of a jerk, but I *will* say “LARGE hazlenut coffee” and never “Venti.”

She missed a great opportunity to stare at the paper, blankly, then hand it back to the salesman and say “It doesn’t look like anything to me.”

I threw one of those camera cars out of our business’ parking lot a couple weeks ago. Something about those plate scanners just seems un-sportsmanlike.

NO LOWBALLERS I KNOW WHAT I HAVE

Motorcycle. Done.

It’s so frustrating when cretins like this (or that Roof kid) are allowed to keep wasting oxygen, while other, good people are shot down for offenses like “wearing a hoodie” or “being on a street.”

Star for keeping the anti-prequel torch alive (and the pitchfork sharp).