ME TOO!!!!

The best accord? The accord wagon of course.

Don’t we already have autonomous cars? You might have heard of them: busses, taxis, trains, etc.

number 10 as well for exactly the same reason. Sure number 8 is for a good cause, but I’m voting for a crazy idea not a good cause.

yes, yes I am. Excuse me while I go do an LS swap on a 67 fastback Mustang.

Being a masochist, NP. Now hurt me, hurt me real good Corrado.

Neutral: VW focus on giving us what we really want—a 21st century Microbus.

chuck the Italian bits and put something else into it. Sure it is a crazy idea, and the tin worm might have other things to say about it, but screw logic and good sense. Just think of all the pussy I’ll score with thing when it’s fixed up...

not as good as a Mustang

that is the wise choice for sure

Taking a car of questionable reliability down the eastern side of the Sierras (hwy395) as opposed to the more heavily populated western side (why 99). Good call, exactly how I would have done it. Why 99 sucks ass. Better to hike 20 miles on 395 than drive 99.

there you go!!!! Thank you for the most sensible comment I’ve seen on the internet in quite some time.

One about maybe twelve minutes long that starts with a guy delivering “sausage” pizza? Of course the ending will be “happy”

It was a real bra, but they hacked the cups out of it.

they took a normal bra, and cut the cups out of it. You know how you made snowflakes by folding paper up and cutting patterns into it as a kid? Same deal, only use a bra instead of paper.

so much yes. At least my seats became blue.

yup, either someone never learned how to use scissors in kindergarten OR a dull pocket knife was involved.

While stories of worst things forgotten will be endlessly entertaining, How about stories of worst things found? Here’s mine: In a rental, my kid lost his 3DS game cartridge between the seat bottom and seat back. After ripping the rear seat out at a rest stop, I found the cartridge, an empty travel size bottle of…

Deep in darkest of my coke-fueled fantasies, there are only two constants:

Glad-he-ate-her before the gang bang oh yes he is...