I live in Saskatchewan, I am all too familiar with this.

It’s hard to print when the XL drops straight down. Hell, with the right holster, you could probably hide a .44 with no issue.

That would’ve been so much better as a speedster or something. The bustleback wouldn’t be that terrible if the roof got chopped off.

I’m pretty sure the culprit is something that starts with “C” and ends with “ocaine”.

Some of us do like it that way.

Charisma? I don’t know how he managed to do it. My BIL is straight as an arrow, but he’s suck W’s dongle if he got the chance. I don’t even know. any more.

Which sounds just as retarded to me as “nu-kew-ler” instead of “nu-klear” “nu-kli-ar”.

Remarkably apt, considering all the poo that’s been flung around in the last few months.

Holy fuck. It all makes sense now.

You mean it’s not always Crown Vics and random Buicks?

Also, unless this person has been living under a bloody rock for the past decade or so, there’s no reason to not know that pointing lasers at aircraft is illegal.

This would be great on an old Ranger chassis. You’d probably need a 6' stepladder to get in the damn thing, but it would be pretty ballin’.

“I’ve got Orca skin interior, the best Orca skin interior, nobody knows how good I’ve got it”

I’m sure he’ll object to the whale penis interior. Perhaps whale vagina?

I grew up in a Ford Family, but I like Scouts for the same reason I like Broncos: They’re simple, they’re tough, and they’re easy to work on. I don’t give a shit about pretty, it just needs to work, and a Scout answers that in spades.

You’d definitely get along with an old co-worker. He’s got a decades-long love for AMC products, with a side-order of IH Scouts. He’s got at least one barn full of them, and is always on the lookout for more.

I had the nickname “Crash” as a kid thanks to those damn things. Never again.

Aw man, my sister had that car. The Isuzu version was better, but not by much. And this is coming from an unabashed Isuzu fan.

I’ll take one in Lime Green, thanks.

I knew there was a reason I liked you.