I Got Thrown Out Of The Pebble Beach Concours d'Elegance, Again. Download Hail Caesar (2016) Movie Score. Ah, the Pebble Beach Concours d’Elegance in California. Big hats, fake smiles, astronomical yearly incomes and tax evasion of all levels.
Mad Max Fury Road has been released basically everywhere on Blu-ray, DVD, and digital download. My copy arrived today, bundled with the Mad Max game, and is the.
Basically: my kind of soir. At least, it would be if I didn’t keep getting asked to leave. Those bitches. See, I’ve kind of given up on driving in most places. There’s bound to be congestion of some kind. And because the majority of the roads in nearly all countries are considered “public spaces,” it means I have to share them with commoners. Which displeases me. So, I’ve been exploring alternative means of transportation.
They’re very sensitive about airspace here in the United States, which took the FAA getting stern with me and my so- called “unauthorized” helicopter arrivals during the Pebble Beach Concours d’Elegance of 2. I was determined not to let that happen again.
A woman rebels against a tyrannical ruler in postapocalyptic Australia in search for her home-land with the help of a group of female prisoners, a psychotic. Mad Max Blu-ray (1979): Starring Mel Gibson, Joanne Samuel and Hugh Keays-Byrne. In the ravaged near-future, a savage motorcycle gang rules the road. Terrorizing.
I had my checkbook singing in my bag and I was ready buy some shit and win some car auctions. While I was in Europe, I made a quick day trip to visit a friend in Tel Aviv who was having a fire sale on submarines.
Anyway, to make a long story short, he sold me a nice ex- military submarine, which I had cleaned up all nice and painted gold. Because fuck you. I was very excited about my new sub. Sure, it’s nowhere near as luxurious as a yacht, but can you launch cruise missiles from your yacht? This would be my perfect chariot to Pebble Beach.
Happily, the Concours overlooks the water, so on that day I fired up the sub and cruised it straight to Pebble Beach. You should have been there (and I only mean that in the romantic sense—you personally wouldn’t be found anywhere near the Concours d’Elegance, but keep pulling on those bootstraps). The sub broke through the waves, gold paint gleaming like a promise in the sunshine, and I had my crew navigate it carefully right up on the beach. Well, “lightly crashed it” would be a more accurate description of what happened. How else was I supposed to get to shore?
Screams erupted from the well- dressed crowd above.“What the fuck is that!?”“Run!”“Hide the Porsche!” (Seriously? Like I’d ever want that thing.)“It’s the Russians!” At this, I had to laugh.
Bitch, please. As if I’d be seen in something as basic as a Russian submarine. Plus, they’re running things in this country just fine without needing a naval invasion. I climbed carefully down the side of my new sub and adjusted my Concours hat.
But before I could take two steps toward the lawn, I was stopped by a member of the event staff. She had the police with her.
Improving, more like—” But she was having no more of me.“I will have you arrested!” At this I sighed. Why do you have to be like that?” I pulled out my checkbook. Preferably something shiny and expensive.”“This is not,” she retorted, her eyes white with rage, “a matter of money.” I knew this to be a lie—everyone has a price—but bystanders were gathering, phones were out taking pictures and I had better things to do that afternoon than bribe the local authorities. It’s your fucking loss.”I whirled around and furiously climbed back into the sub. Before I slammed the hatch shut, I shook my fist at the crowd, the diamond rings on my fingers catching the sun’s every ray.
That’s right! I could have ended all of you if I wanted to. Carry on living your empty little lives!”Then the sailors threw it into reverse and we backed away from the armpit of California, Pebble Beach, and sank beneath the waves once again. Maybe 2. 01. 8 will be my year.