Pineapple Express: Someone Is Wrong on the Internet?

I had a Dodge Dakota from 2000 to 2008. I mounted a folding contractor's ramp on it within a week, so I could roll a motorcycle up into it more safely. By the end it was rusted and dented, had gone through an exhaust manifold, radiator core, and three sets of all-season tires (the factory ones were garbage, wouldn't hold air, and cracked at the bead within the first 2 years). I do miss the freedom of being able to dare Audi drivers, "Do you REALLY want to try forcing me out of my lane?"

When I was young and dumb, I owned an already somewhat aged Ford Maverick. I remember more than one yahoo in sports cars who found out the hard way that thing had a V8 and could cling to the road like a tick.
 

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Speaking of blocky vehicles, when I was a kid, I thought the Volkswagen Thing was the coolest car ever....
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Johnathan
 

Sure, my favorite part of the Pumpkin Spice RPG contest is reading everyone's entries. But my second-favorite part is watching everyone pick their prizes after the voting is closed! Thanks everyone for putting up with my spammy pumpkin-spiced posts for the last month. I hope everyone had fun, and I hope more people participate next year.
I'd would have loved to participate, but I have no idea what could have I done. Part of it is that I have no idea what pumkin spice tastes like. Probably for the better as it would be more expensive to have any hypothetical prize to me than what it would actually cost. Importing stuff is a nightmare.
 

Sometimes people will go with a perceived "expert," even to the point of discarding what they lik
Not to intentionally flatter you, but… Sometimes, it’s about the attractiveness of the salesperson. “Car show girls” exist for a reason.

In my own life, my paternal grandfather- peeved by my preferentially casual wardrobe- once took me shopping for dress shirts at Maison Blanche in NOLA. (I had dress shirts at home in D/FW, but was I going to say no? I’m not an idiot!*) He picked out several, including one in a pastel pink. I balked, “I don’t knoooow…”

At which person a very cute saleswoman came up and said that the pink looked good with my skin tone. She also suggested a pale peach one. “Well, OK, then!” Grandfather bought me everything he’d picked out, plus the 2 the saleswoman had liked.

Halfway back to his house, he said, “I noticed you didn’t listen to me, but you DID listen to her.”

BUSTED.


* not a complete one, anyway
 





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