When I was in kindergarten, there was a kid who was bullying me, and I let one of those little kid retched, tear-inducing farts rip. The bully left me alone after that, so thanks to cartoons I figured it was my invisible force field, and could deploy it whenever I wanted to be left alone. I was a dumb and smelly…

My brand-new ‘97 neon could barely do 55 without shaking and groaning

Not a ‘shoop:

It’s still strange hearing them play Brass Bonanza at Fenway these days. But entirely welcome.

I would have thought that the bozo at the end with the 4x4 F250 would have at least had his truck in 4WD before starting up that hill