And the final bracket is the "Fap Four."

A beat off? Really?

Yeah, he's dead. As Patrick's lengthy NINE sentence article states, he landed and body parts exploded all over covering men, women, children, mountain goats, and tiny baby kittens. It was awful. You could smell Monster Energy drink, fuel and an oder not unlike burning French fries for miles around.

How did this get left off? Jackie Chan in "Who am I" this made me and I am sure many others in the US aware of the Evolution before Gran Turismo ONE!

Actually, the movie came first, THEN the video game, for Tron. Trust me, I'm old.

Tom, I'm afraid you've been hoodwinked: this is viral marketing for Bud Light Lime Straw-Ber-Rita.

Ford Escort. I always wanted to take an escort out for a few hours. I hear they suck.

No word yet on pricing, but your ridiculous little city car should probably sell for around 50,000 of those European Euros, if you're in Europe.

Venom GT. Assembled in Texas from everyone else's parts. Little innovation.

77 years and counting.

I did NAZI that coming

As usual, Mark Webber would place second fiddle in his new LeMans Porsche.

"Don't like rape? don't get raped"

Trapster is still a thing? I haven't had it since my 3GS days...

Sniff sniff.

269 MPH in 1938 is very impressive. 269 MPH accomplished in 1938 adjusted for inflation to 1991 is [...mathing the maths here...raised to the factor of the iron balls of the driver...divided by public road...] approximately 4,000 MPH.

I know they need to keep their sponsors, but I hope this doesn't make them stop all their usually hilarious irrelevant tweeting.