Let me tell you something right now, oh yeah! The i8 is goin all the way to the top baby, yeah! The cream rises to the top, yeah, no doubt about it. YOU KNOW IT’S THE CREAM OF THE CROP BABY. Comparatively speaking, the AMG GTS is nothing but garbage. I’m talkin about intensity and I’m talking about momentum, i8…

Spoken like someone who is clearly not a supercar.

Look here, buddy. You can arbitrarily designate the king of cars in your posts. But this here? This here’s my post, and I am the boss here and I say it’s the king, baby WHOOOOO!!

I bet you think the best music is the one that’s played the loudest too, Steve!

Oh yeah? Well I don’t consider you a supercar, Dean. Put that in your pipe and smoke it! I bet I’m faster than you in a straight line!

We’re talkin’ about the Bugatti here, though. I’m sure they’ll stick on some electric engine shit on it too for good measure, but whatever, man. Unless the seats contain a rare poison that slowly poisons the russian oligarch who rides in it, I’m not interested!

“You people”? “You people”?! Wot the fuck do you mean m8? No you’re the worse, more expensive base-model 911!

Unless it has some kind of quantum engine with a negative 0-60 time where it’s going 60 before it even starts to accelerate, it’s just a boring dumb sheik’s car. The BMW i8 is still king of the cool new supercars and costs like 1/20 of that. Eff off, bugatti!

Let me tell you something friend: that museum, that glorious museum that Jason gets all these wacky cars from, not only has a drivable Citroen CX but also a Citroen CX flatbed service vehicle.

*wipes away dust on cover* The Game... Of Thrones. Whew!

^{Ah I see you also admire the shine-circles that gleam and reflect. This is good and we are now friends. We both very much do appreciate these so very light-reflecting wheelrims.}

I was never an expolitative naricisst who used people in the first place. Where’s my parade!? Where’s my book deal!? Where’s my GQ interview?

Was he French, cause that’s what those people actually believe and it’s like offical psychologists saying it and everything. Kid’s autistic? Mom’s fault.

Yes. These are the good wheels. Give me the wheels that shine. My position on these wheels is that they shine very much and are also quite good in the wheel-sense. Oh, how they gleam and sheen, those wheels. Yes, I will have those wheels that reflect the moon and the stars presently.

Hm, we don’t have any of those in stock at the moment, but you can do a special order. There’s about a 3 to 6 month waiting period, or you can choose to do a European delivery.

How about you get your shit together, try to act as a moral and decent human being in life, read some Dostoyevsky so you can gain insight from humanity from someone who has it, instead of a fratboy hack and go take a long walk alone to think it all over.

But if he actually did them, that would ALSO make him a dipshit loser! It’s a classic Catch-22!

Let’s speculate how they’ll die. Tucker Max: Loses control of his 2001 Ferrari 360 with a salvage title after choking on a 7/11 jamaican beef patty.

But he got it from a wise medicine man who knew his dad who said it was totally cool, so I dunno what everyone’s all worked up about!

Now drive the Citroen CX they have there! And a Tatra. And the Gogomobil. And the 1993 Nissan Altima! And and and and!