Off with this “driver protection” equipment malarkey. I came to see gladiators! I CAME TO SEE BLOOD!

They used to use glorious-sounding, high-revving (18,500 rpm) small-displacement (2.4l) V8s.

Videos involving Russians and mother-in-laws usually end up on Pornhub.

Wait, right out of the box? You don’t cook it?

An uncle of mine used to to a lot of business in Brazil, among other countries. All of his stories led me to believe that it is a wreteched hive of scum and villainy and that 80% of the people there are trying to fuck you in some way, not all of it the good kind. His attitude was pretty much ‘fuck that place’.

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My grandfather’s brother disappeared in Sao Paulo in the 1940s. No one knows what happened to him.

Brazil is hell on earth.

This seems like an odd route to take to try and raise the money to finish building the Olympic venues.

Poor Fabiana, She’ll never see her mother again. Bernie wouldn’t spend a dime to save his own mother.

How the hell do you confuse Bernie Ecclestone with Liam Neeson

Standard equipment:

Go fuck yourself, too.

You mean you want them to be as nice as right wing media like Fox is to the Democrats?

Trump just wants religious wars, not race wars. And the reasons race relations are suffering under Obama are two: ubiquitous cameras recording cops, and white racists losing their minds that we are having eight years of a near perfect black president. They must be so confused!

“Hillary, Obama and the democratic party have set race relations back 50 years in the last 7 years”

Yeeeeaaahhh.....no. I’m not a fan of either, but the reality is that Presidents have little power domestically without the cooperation of Congress. The Republicans will hate Clinton regardless, but BOTH parties hate Trump. Neither Presidency will get much done domestically (though Clinton has a chance if the Democrats…

His clone probably wrecked him.

You seem like an excellent writer. You should apply for a position.

Can I go to pebble beach alone and still have a great time that is worth the experience, an experience that I can only reminisce about with myself in the future?