Ha, that's my buddy's ex. Nothing better than saying hi by letting out a "hey, I just masturbated to you!"

On the highway, before, the Jag was impossibly relaxing. Driving towards NYC, I had time to spare and I could soak up the leather and the supercharged V8. Driving away from NYC and towards the car's home in Jew Jersey, I had a limit. I couldn't spend all day loafing around in the car. I needed to experience it in…

Steve Bisciotti's name sounds like someone Pesci's trying to kill. I'll give him this, he's a pretty tough nut to crack - would probably "protect the shield" up to the point where his head's in a vice.

I can only imagine with the lies that the NFL's been slinging to their best "insider" reporters, ESPN publishing this report is basically them saying "THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU FUCK A BROADCASTING PARTNER IN THE ASS!"

This front quarter shot is pure sex. THIS is what Merc needs to splay everywhere.

Why just one supercar? How about two that redefined the market