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I really wanna see this done up as a Fridays with Frank episode.

KITTY!!!

I have to assume. I mean, yeah, it says "Root Beer", but that's just letters. The picture illustrates what's in the bottle, no?

The Slant-6 was a clean-sheet design, fully in-house at Chrysler. GM had utterly zero to do with it at any stage. Also, the moon landing actually happened on the moon and not on a Hollywood set, water is wet, the 2020 US Presidential election wasn't stolen, and basset hounds got long ears.

I literally can't even:

…is why I'm glad it sprang to mind the other night, while there are still people left to get it!

A termite walks into a bar and says, "Is the bar tender here?"

…drops fitty cent in the jukebox and picks out a couple tracks by Culture Club…

…and orders a club sandwich and a club soda. Pays for it with a Diners Club card.

A carburetor walks into a bar, hops up on a stool, says "Gimme a beer and a shot of whiskey!", and proceeds to put a shaft, a lever, a plate, and a bimetallic spring on the bar. The bartender says, "What is this? Some kind of choke?"

This one's more funnier: antenna1wheel(hey thats what the icon says) - YouTube

Thanks, all. Still got the Lancer and a mountain of accessories and parts, but sadly it's all gotta go, it's for sale.

Naw, it's on my end…I have had to cut my online time way back, so I tend to confine my posts to a very few threads (like Ulf's epic '65 DartCharger build thread) and parts-for-sale posts. But I'm still around, see here. (Also, I left off lesson № 4: "Might shoulda kept the Slant-6")

…someone in a Dodge Dart learned three valuable lessons: 1. Tighten all the bolts and nuts to the correct torque before going for a test drive. 2. Don't drive like a dick in traffic. 3. Check twice to make sure you tightened all the bolts and nuts to the correct torque before going for a...

I'm in Canada. We don't do that here; it would be impolite.

When you get home from the store with a full belly, an empty cookie package, and crumbs in your beard, be sure to point out that you were told to go to the store—which you did—and you were told to get cookies—which you did—and nobody said not to eat them on the way home.

Oh, I'm right with you there, Ben. There's a lot of crappy stuff about being a grownup—bills, taxes, day jobs—but on the other hand, if you wanna eat cookies for breakfast, can't nobody stop ya!

This billboard is around Vancouver lately.

Installed them as standard equipment instead of DC generators. The '60 Valiant was the first car on the American market with an alternator as standard equipment. Chrysler's alternators weren't super-strong at idle, but they did give about 10 amps, which was 10 amps more than a DC generator at...

Little-known historic fact: fifty-four years ago, San Francisco was overrun with teeming hordes of 1961 Valiants. See for yourself! (special bonus eek at 0:41-0:44)

Or for telemarketers: let them start in on their spiel, pretend to get drawn into the conversation ("Oh, uh-huh!", "Yeah?", "I see...", etc.) then suddenly go "JESUS! Gotta go, the dog's on fire again!" and hang up.

I got a better one than that, and it doesn't require any chalk or crime scene tape or advance preparation. When a pair of teenaged Mormon "elders" comes knocking, I let them talk for a few moments. Then I interrupt them and in an earnest, knowing tone of voice I say "Boys…your secret shame is...

Dump Truck Fail - YouTube

1. Beavis 2. Butthead 3. Whoever the idiot in the film is 4. Probably at least dozens per year who wind up in most suburban emergency rooms.

Reminds me of when that same car (dumb red window tint film and purple headlights, 2-foot-tall spoiler, lots of phony Asian-language decals, chicken wire grill, fart can "muffler", etc.) pulled up next to us at a red light. We were in my '89 Dodge D100 pickup. Cross-traffic light turned yellow...

Yup. Sometimes the answer really is "Because I said so; end of discussion".

Sure…if you accept at face value Her Royal Teenage Highness' mealymouthed enumeration of the impossible taskload in her slavish hellworld of indentured servitude, and dismiss or question her father's much shorter list of household tasks utterly reasonable for a teenager to be assigned as part of...

UPDATE: Dad follows up.