Did Rosberg choose his wardrobe?

James May’s shirt is even cooler than Lewis’. Go figure...

Why does he need to dress like a (ewww) Justin fn’ Bieber? He’s a freakin’ F1 champion, he should know better!

The 205 brings tears to my eyes. The Argentine 80’s kid inside of me is happy.

I call that BS. Lessons from a proper Human Rights lawyer:

Aaaand now I get why the car I learnt on (dad’s ‘85 Ford Sierra wagon) had developed chronic transmision diseases.

Is that Jim Carrey at the Home Depot?

Once again. What in the holy fuck was that guy thinking when he decided that getting rid of that interior was a decent idea to entertain?

This is where the redneck genetics finally surfaces. Whaddafaquery level: Utter.

Indeed! Sorry!

Someone please hire $kaycog. Our COTD heroin.

Can we do it with the owners inside? please, pretty please?

You Sir, are a fn’ genious.

What in the actual fuck just landed on the head of that pink frog?

Am I the only one that can read “OMG” on that amazed-looking front end?

That’s the most subtle badass excuse I’ve ever heard.

Irish drunks are the best drunks. I’d rise my Beamish, y’know.

Lets see...

Actually, if you’d give him a couple of hours, a pencil and some paper, he’d make it fly. No doubt.