And with wings!
And, one assumes, hematospermia.
Well, to paraphrase Zapp Brannigan, sometimes discretion is the better part of velour.
That doesn’t look healthy.
@Mister44, this one’s for you.
And then there’s these assholes:
Now that’s a classic example of asshole design. It’s very easy to let muscle memory take over and hit the leftmost button (since the octane ratings are normally in ascending order), and whoops! I’m paying $1 more per gallon, never mind that my car neither requires nor takes advantage of high-octane fuel.
I’ve been bitten by that one (though I only wound up with midgrade in my case).
Yeah, that one always gets me going.
The 2nd last time I went to fill up, the gas station was out of everything except their highest octane, which they were selling at the price of regular, which was in a valley at the time.
I’d have been happier if I knew less about octane.
One only hopes that handsome devil is one of Neil Gaiman’s spirit-warrior cats…
That’s a great little read. Thanks for the link!
I went to Target to try to find a good game for a 10 year-old’s Birthday. Here were some of my choices…
I had to look those up to make sure you weren’t just linking to some MAD magazine insert.
The 20teens just looked at the 90s boogers and farts obsession and said “hold my beer.”
Yep. “Pull my finger” having had its day.
GROSS!! I never found that stuff funny when I was young, now just… yuck.
“Can I trust you to hold my beer?”
2 months later “Shit in My Beer” sold 50,000 units…