How do you score some pussy in a Miata? Go to The Villages in Florida (of course). Everybody fucks everybody there.

The Ferrari FF is the sort of car you couldn't make up – no one would have believed that Ferrari would have made an AWD station wagon and yet they did. It's the most un-Ferrari thing they could have made, but you can't help but love it.

Don't fuck with a Surprise Dog.

Backwards Eau Rouge.

Convertible Ferraris' are divorce attorney favorites. New Jersey and Miami, but I repeat myself.

Looks like a slippery smooth bar of well-worn-artisanal-truffle-soap with a five inch bottle rocket up the ass.

Who could be better?

Had a Finnish dude at my wedding reception (impending doom). Saw me pour, at 0230, a glass of Salmiakki Koskenkorva into a potted plant. One of the biggest mistakes of my life (also the wedding). Was refilled and gang-shouted into compliance.

All I see in that screen-capture is teeth. Vertical tombstones of teeth. Teeth that a beaver would jerk-off to.

Rodger-her-roundly before proposal. Make notes, an inventory, you might say. If there's a distinct lack of pecker-in-eating-machine contact, run like the wind. It ain't gonna happen after she gains back the 40 she lost because of wedding pictures.

Understeering French car says "Fuckit, I'm gettin'some truffles"

Taurine, an amino acid, has wonderful effects including better focus and a lessened feeling of fatigue. Wiki that shit.

I think saying "over-corrected" is almost a slur. Jules is an outstanding pilote'. When conditions are light years from any conceivable racing or training scenario we're all lost.

Thanks for the atta-boy. Got a cool real story for you. I was at Watkins for the final race of the calendar in 1979. A cool tradition in those days; Where-ever the season ended the team mechanics sold to fans every fucking thing they didn't want to take back to Maranello or Milton-Keynes. Used tires, wings,…

Don't, and say you did.

May I recommend some light next time we see (or don't see) this beast.

I've only asked for one autograph in my entire life. Got his at Monza '93.

What was second prize? Perhaps DB Bistro Moderne, or a slow-trudge through a candlelit Costco....I heard their dogs are to DIE for.

Wha...Why no pictures? Drat my piitful search for self-esteem needs that shit.

This is fucking madness. Get ready for the Salem Witch Trials of 2014. What happened to innocent until proven guilty?