The Apple

The apple of my eye doesn’t fall far from the tree, except that sometimes it does. I have a kid – a couple of them, actually.  Kid1 was chomping at the bit to get a driver license. Kid1 wanted an Aston for the longest time, because of some mormon vampire chastity book. [Ed.:  Twilight] Kid1 […]

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The Pompous Jackass List

If I had to list every car that a pompous jackass drove in alphabetical order, I’d need a book with as many pages as the dictionary to even get half of them recorded on paper. That is why I’m going to provide you with a shorter, revised list of only the most pompous of the […]

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Curdled Milk

How to turn a chick magnet into a Kent Dorfman mobile. (Or, never let your girlfriend/wife/concubine choose your midlife crisis sports car). White?  Really? Now your voluptuous sports car curves make you look like a suppository. Chicks will climb over each other. To get the hell away. “Urban Green”?  More like dog barf green, or […]

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