Well, they have had a nasty rivalry at least since the ‘90s. Check this for starters:

I guess Matt Neal didn’t had to be requested to help Shedden. More like “Hey, can I screw Plato somehow? Great! What shall I do?”

Should these guys be concerned?

Alf? Is that you?

This will take almost no gas, you start breathing out from stress as soon as you turn the key and fold the top, it has outstanding off-road capabilities, surprisingly comfortable yet stable ride, you’ll ride as slow as required to become one and yourself again. Nothing will brake (they are sturdy as hell), and if it…

If this poop-mobile was any more redneck, it would be Belarussian.

Here’s my own version inspired on the certainty that on a parallel universe Kimi Raikkonen works for Volkswagen and is in charge of these things:

Oh, that’s post-traumatic disorder or Stockholm Syndrome... You better call Loewenstein, then.

Your husband is awesome. He must be pardoned.

Indeed!

According to the Australian Ministry of Health, the fuck-giving gland removal surgery is still mandatory on every newborn. Wise people.

“Tell me what you want, what you really really want...”

He just maldonadoed. Too bad, it was an epic finish.

Isn’t it cute how “spoiler-alert spoiled kids’ complaint” come earlier on every Sunday?

“...That’s the kinda shit you pull on a guy who just before the race you find out has been fucking your wife...”

Russian dash-cam at its finest. Wut, too soon?

Feed me with bagna cauda and cheap wine for about two days, and I’ll need no zero gravity to propell myself around an open space.

Yes, there’s plenty of space in the trunk.

My first and foremost statement here would be that there’s no such a thing as a decent EXP, a proposition that even $kaycog may share with me.

When they polled everyone and came up with a list, only one car received a unanimous vote: the 1951 Hoffmann.