Dear Nebraska:
Go Fuck Yourself.
xxoo (to Bill Callahan, and that Solich guy only)
65-51
62-36
Go Fuck Yourself.
xxoo (to Bill Callahan, and that Solich guy only)
65-51
62-36
somewhere else. Here, lunatic Jaguars are on the prowl on clear, dry streets, but we might get some of that weird “water falling from the sky “shit they keep telling us about.
Alex Trebek: It’s what brought you face to face with your own mortality, because the asshole pulling out of the Circle K in it was too busy being self important to look to his right before making his illegal left hand turn.
Me: What is this cargasm [below]?
Smashing baby, smashing. Well, almost. Fucker.
Dear Michael Bidwill:
You’re a piece of shit, sir. There is no rain. The temperature is 75. It’s fucking November. Yet, this very minute, the roof on University of Phoenix Pink Taco Stadium is closed. What. the. fuck?
Pussies. I hope New York schools you, just because you lack the balls to open the roof that I paid for.
Die.
XXOO
Joe Arpaio and a few others
An unknown group of people have been quietly expressing disapproval with Arizona’s new freeway photo scheme by taking a unique approach, potentially putting Redflex in a “sticky” situation.
The end result of the mystery activists’ efforts is the placement of Post-It notes on photo scam equipment throughout the valley. Reports have surfaced that numerous cameras have been involved over the past two weeks. At least two local Phoenix television stations are known to be researching the incidents.
In a photo obtained by CameraFRAUD.com, activists left the words “honest mistake,” possibly a reference to an incident earlier this year when Redflex CEO Karen Finley claimed that their usage of unapproved and non-FCC certified equipment was an “honest oversight.”
I have known a few GM F-Bodies in my time: Pod’s Trans Am, Phid’s Camaro Berlinetta. The Firebird “Esprit” is a different sort of catch. We thought they were cool in the ’70s, even with the automotive equivalent of a combover, the front half vinyl roof. Not as cool as Trans As or Z-28s, mind you, more of a hot secretary kind of cool.
My 7th grade anthropology teacher, Mrs. Kuhn drove one. This one is a ‘77; hers was a ‘74-76 version. Van Halen was right – I had it bad for my teacher.
(Easy Street includes rusty fenders, evidently)