I’d argue Verstappen’s a dick. He’s a glorious, awesomely skilled dick (and I wouldn’t have it any other way), but still kind of a dick.
I’d argue Verstappen’s a dick. He’s a glorious, awesomely skilled dick (and I wouldn’t have it any other way), but still kind of a dick.
First of all, the golf meme is getting old. I’m sure it probably came from whatever right wing propaganda you get your “news” from, but let me nip that thing in the butt: Obama took far, FAR fewer trips than GWB, Clinton, GHB, or Reagan. Its not that its a problem for a President to take a vacation: its a fucking…
Wouldn’t the appropriate metaphor have Lewis winning the popular vote (the one that doesn’t count) since Rosberg was champion?
Oh man. You win so fucking hard.
Kinda. The 924 was the first, originally intended as a sporty VW, powered by an under powered Audi derived engine, but branded as a Porsche. Other more powerful Porsche derived engines were eventually installed, and around that time Porsche had updated the platform, which became the 944. Widebody fenders, those more…
Californians don’t know how to handle earthquakes, either. Sure, insignificant ones <4.0 Richter quakes are shrugged off quickly. But no one handles destructive quakes well.
I bet they give Pascal a one-year contract shot at the seat, then go elsewhere if he doesn’t pan out.
One little thing though: this is EXACTLY what Jordan did. Between 1990-1993 he won three NBA titles back to back to back, winning the scoring title and playoffs MVP all three years as well as two finals MVP titles. He promptly retired so he could go have fun while playing minor league baseball, a childhood dream of…
I realize how steaming hot this take is, but I just can’t help myself: this decision completely encapsulates why I prefer Hamilton to Rosberg. Hamilton is totally driven to win races and world championships. As long as there’s a faint chance of him winning one or the other, he’ll be out there, churning out laps. So…
Nico Rosberg: Not my Champion.
I’m toying with the idea of building in super spy/villain offensive components. Think Mario Kart.
Supremely Off-Topic: That moment when you’re extra-late to the party, and realize Grand Tour’s initials (GT) are the reverse of Top Gear’s initials (TG)....
That’s a rough addiction to overcome. Glad you’re clean now.
Moms at town meetings demand a “black roads” policy.
I’ll see your LA and raise you a Tampa Bay.