Pretty sure that after reading that, he's busy in a date with rosie palms...while moaning things like "1300 HP ON STOCK TRANSMISSION OH YEAH!"
Pretty sure that after reading that, he's busy in a date with rosie palms...while moaning things like "1300 HP ON STOCK TRANSMISSION OH YEAH!"
Well fuck me, a car company shows that something on their car works with SCIENCE! Now that's interesting.
Or even better: it's a new strategy, designed to avoid Ferraris in the used car market. That way, they have full control over who owns one.
Who's cutting all these onions, man?
Yeah, things like "sense of humor" and "havimg some guts" are replaced with grip sensors so they can go .001 of a second faster.
Bayerische Werke Motoren? Oh wait, I got it! It's "British are Wankers Motoren"
Can't wait for Batshit Babes 2013!
Yeah, there should be long debates about this issue. It makes controlling a car very hard, and it can put the death of other people in their hands.
And I bless you, in the name of the father, the son, and the Hoon Spirit, VROOM.
"gin-soaked British flamethrower" is one of the best descriptions of Clarkson...
What? He's just saying that driving an oval in NASCAR is easier on your body than driving an oval in IndyCar. I'm pretty sure doing things like keeping your tires, checking your fuel, watching your line, and above all NOT CRASHING are still a mental PITA.
I think I have an idea: Get a Two Seconds Tent from Decathlon. When the need comes, you just find a suitable place (discreet), and in less than 30 seconds, BOOM! A space for you to fuck without any privacy issues.
NO. No no no no no. This doesn't need a stupid Paint-drawn face put over it. It's glorious as it is now.
On the 6th Day After Christmas
Oh yes! As a kid, getting socks was a bit disappointing. As a teenager, it SUCKED. But as an adult, getting a new pajama and socks makes you go "Damn, I really needed this".
At time or writing:
In lieu of getting run over with a truckload of "THIS AIN'T TWITTER" comments:
Except with the random gangster beating people to death with a giant dildo-bat.
In Soviet Russia, inertia keeps YOU!