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from billions to none, the passenger pigeon story
via ree
chevy volt reviewed: "Before I knew it, my miles per gallon for that tankful of gas had hit 80. By the next day it had topped 100. I soon found myself obsessed with increasing my miles per gallon—and avoiding having to buy more gas. Whenever I got home from an errand, I would recharge it, even for a few hours, just to grab a few more miles of range. I was actually in control of how much gas I consumed, and it was a powerful feeling. By the time I gave the car back to General Motors, I had driven 300 miles, without using another drop of gas beyond the original two gallons. "
old fart i am but i cant help but be nostalgic over May 15, 1970 in the east village as the dead and new riders played 63 songs and that was the late show number!!
stuff white people like - vancouver riot edition
http://stuffwhitepeoplelikeriots.tumblr.com/
One more reason not to move out of Bay Ridge: local restauranteur revealed as Ted Nugent love child.
mark it down, skinny. your first porthole and a lot of other good stuff incl. alela diane.
this has got to be the goofiest sports event i have ever seen.