Damn right it’s a PR stunt, but Pirelli’s team definitely earned their money doing it!

Usually, the bits of wreckage end up being passed into the crowd by the guys on the removal truck. I have some bits of Coulthard’s nose cone from his first crash at Spa ‘99; the truck was stationed right beside where I was standing on the inside of Les Combes.

Leave the kid alone; he knew what he was doing…

We haven’t heard from Don for a looooong time, but he’s been on with a special double request for his friend Ryan, who’s stuck in Utah all week…

Meh… Get back to me when they’ve done another one!

I’m scared to, in case you’ve sent a Trojan Donkey!

NYU? Do we want to know who’s in charge of “the cyber” for them?

Looking at that shot of the two of them shaking hands… Who finished up with the most broken fingers!?

Pizza Rat is an illegal immigrant, who will be rounded up with the rest of his gang and deported back to Norway!

Your mission, Mr. Tracy, should you choose to accept it…

And of course, it’s Florida!

To be fair to Jay, in addition to all of the rare, expensive and pristine show cars, he does also have a fuckload of weird crap!

Well what do you want? A ticker tape parade? Get back to me when it’s an inanimate carbon rod…

I frequently laugh before noon at something the Golfer-In-Chief has done. And I’m at least 5 hours ahead!

Spoken like it’s always Obmal’s fault! Your username checks out!

Or as it’s usually abbreviated… “Buying a Spyker”!

After trying for the 400kmh mark, it co-ordinates perfectly with your underwear!

I think you meant Obmal…