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No sh.....oot!

Try explaining the rationale behind hoarding batteries. Or, stocking up on food per recommendations from various agencies in the event one needs to self-quarantine, people are buying perishable items which will spoil in a matter of days instead of getting canned/dry packaged goods. I also noticed that the soda and beer aisles at the supermarket were as bare as a zebra carcass stripped by a pack of hyenas.

Longevity is a family trait. We don't punch out until we're ready.

The vet tried to take my cat's temperature with a thermometer (not the oral type ) when he was four months old. He flipped around and proceeded to shred her face. Man, she used curse words I never heard before.

I'll let you know. I'm 60 and plan on hanging around until at least 2080.

This is "The Off-Topic Lounge". Every lounge I've been to serves beer.

Unless your getaway is equipped with a sealed CBRN overpressure protection and air filtration system, you can run but you can't hide. Following CDC guidelines will mitigate the risk.

It could be that patrons listened to Yogi:

You can grab this one for under a grand 1994 Mazda MX-3

A good beer. It was brewed in my neighborhood.

Don't bet on that. Quirky new takes on the classic ________ (fill in the blank with whatever comes to mind) is a specialty of Mr. Salty-physiqued, pipe cleaner-limbed, bearded bed bug incubators. I've seen some really atrocious automotive horrors, which used to be nice looking classic 50s-60s classics, turned into motorized macaroni art projects and the like around here. I could see them turning this into a rolling latte foam machine.

Bada-bing, Bada-boom! Both Steve and Jonathan are on target.

Work through all of them. Pretend you're hitting the hot buffet table at the Killarney Rose and have three or four of each. If necessary, go through the line a couple times. Old stock only.

The faux-hemian retro-geeks garbed in 19th century newsboy clothing and riding Penny Farthings has happened; so, nothing is off the table.

That would depend on your personal tastes and playlists.

Elitist.

The supply is drying up; so, there are less and less '50s cars to go around. Sorta like life-size equivalents of Johan kits.

That short was titled "Three Little Pigskins".

Aw, forghedaboudit and get a case of corona

Nice pick up. You're lucky. I have one molded in banana yellow.

Interest in Brass-era cars goes hand-in-hand with millennials' penchant for dressing up like Snipes, the lovable sociopathic 19th century newsboy, and riding Penny Farthings in Prospect Park.

You ain't kidding, Pete. Been there, done that. Supply and demand dictates that you're going to pay out the wazoo for that "one kit that you always wanted to build"; especially when that "one kit" is rarer than the steak at Peter Luger's.

When people panic shop, there is no logical correlation between the cause and what is purchased. People hoard extraneous items just because. There's probably going to be a run on Makita Cordless Reciprocating Saws at Home Depot and Lowe's after all the lobster ravioli at Whole Foods is stripped off the shelves.