Hmm. I'll check that out. Not sure if YouTube generates one for channels.
FWIW, watch the rest. He recants his swipe at Ferrari engineers with a good overview of pull rod vs. pushrod front suspensions, clarifying Ferrari's reason for the seemingly "lazy" nose choice.
Sorry, sorry. I did mean the vacuum-actuated ones, but yeah, I get that they were around a few years before that gen.
Where's my bottle a' ripple?
When he decided to fictionalize the character (even if it's close to his own persona), that's parody.
Hogan's "Ayts nawt a noyfe!" schtick isn't parody? C'mon then.
Oh, c'mon. I would never entrap you like that.
But what? We can't troll each other anymore?
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And piss off the Cobo Center guards charging at him with rotor-axes? Not on your life Roberto you dickhead.
I had to.
Sorry to be unclear. It was 25 years ago (actually 23) that mob hitman Donald Frankos told Playboy Hoffa was buried in the endzone of the stadium.
The pillar joke was the one-liner. The rest could have been left out, leaving the joke intact. Still, the other lines worked as atmospherics in this case.
All that because some sort of goddamn bee has climbed inside the mighty Jstas's bonnet.
C'mon, KIDDING.
The one-liner is the pillar joke. The rest is setup. Just for clarification's sake.
No prob for venting. The tip forum is totally relevant. It's just that, as much as Teh Jalop might seem to be a model of German efficiency, sometimes chaos reigns around here and the chain of custody on an awesome tip gets lost in the shuffle. You guys keep us on our toes.
Sorry, my fault. Hat-tip time.
Hiho!
Ficksed.
Oh c'mon. Criticism isn't the least bit constructive without a single fact in support of the critique. Fairly balanced? On what planet? Where's the evidence? Make a solid case and we'll talk.
Sure, I was being a little snide -- I was raised by Bronx ballbusters -- but you can't just shout "fire" and then claim, "Oh, well, I suspect a fire's in here somewhere" as justification for alarming the theatergoers. That's all.
Considering you use Jalopnik to promote your own site for free, on a daily basis, apparently it doesn't "necessarily affect" how much shit talking you do. Maybe we'll just go ahead and send you a bill.
Ooh. I completely misunderstood. I'm not from Moab. I thought you'd been offended that I'd somehow taken a swipe at the Mormons from my elitist perch in New York (the real city of my birth). My fault. It happens so often (mostly by e-mail) that I'm kind of punchy I guess.
Aaah. I get it. Actually -- and this may be too much writer-nerd info -- I was afraid of derailing the story with the suggestive power of the Mormon narrative in Utah by mentioning them by name. But I needed a word to transition from the Genesis bit that was punchy and evocative, to keep the setup moving quickly. I guess I could have used "missionaries," but I like the sound and precision of "zealots" much better, even though it's a risky choice. And also, to my ear at least, it meshed well with the doomsday scenario of the uranium find. I didn't mean to offend anyone, but neither was I specifically trying not to.
I admit I was a little uneasy with your implication because of how natural it's become to presuppose the city of my birth implies a particular agenda. But I get that the word's been used negatively, so it doesn't hurt to ask. No big deal.
Merry Christmas to you too!