I wish I could have Barry Meade in the car with me for my commute every day.
Hell, I wish he was in the kitchen when I make a pot of coffee.
–Salty language ahoy, but it’s in an Irish accent, so it doesn’t really count.–
I’m not sure what is says about me that I think this guy is awesome. If you’re going to flip out and grind city hall into rubble, do it in style.
Make your car sound like a cross between an F1 racer and the campfire scene in Blazing Saddles.
All this can be yours for about 50 cents!
That is the angriest, gassiest Fiesta I’ve ever seen.
Buy one. We’ll fucking do anything.
I think the Ancient Mariner should find this handy for training material.
Going 110mph on I-90 at 9:30pm = Fail.
Going 110mph on I-90 at 9:30pm and getting caught by the PO-lice = FAIL.
Some serious stock market serial crushing going on.
A 911 in every pot!
…But you’ll only need the eensy-weensy little edge!
Some really cool tilt-shift movie-thingy going on. It looks like toys, but it’s not! The music is pretty catchy, too.
I think that last one may have been too brainy for me to post.
To make amends, I present:
The turbo bong.
That should kill anything produced by reading about sciencey-stuff.