The question is, how do I rig up the house so I can drive the Vette into the bedroom at night.
It's the one I owned. It's the one I souped the living shit out of. It was my baby. My divorce forced me to sell her. I missed her more than the old wench.
Movies OTOH? Indie movies continue to amaze me. Big budget flics are entertaining, but they have zero depth. (with the exception of movies like the Dark Knight).
Sigh...I miss the old Megadeth.
I say we all drink he kool aid and let them have a go at it. We've done f'ked this house up.