HRT Engineer: "Oh, I haven't told you yet, you don't actually drive the car, you just control it from the pit-lane with this wheel. It works kind of like one of those Wii controllers you use for Mario Kart."
"And the radio button ... isn't connected to anything either."
mario wrote:I'm wondering what the hell has been going on in this thread [...] it's turned into a bizarre detour into mythical flying horses and the sort of search engine results that CoopsII is going to have a very hard time explaining ...
"Other than the car behind and the driver who might get a bit startled with the sudden explosion in front, it really isn't a major safety issue from that point of view,"
FW: Oh go on to McLaren will you! You'll never win a world championship! DC: Well, Adrian Newey's coming with me. (leaves) FW: Pssh, Newey's not going anywhere! AN: Uhh... Frank? I gotta tell you something.
Mistakes in potatoes will ALWAYS happen Trulli bad puns... IN JAIL NO ONE CAN HEAR YOU SCREAM
"I don't want to hear one more word about how we're in the wrong year for the appropriate caption joke, David! I'm Frank Williams! I don't follow the laws of space and time, so if I want to make a joke about 1996 in 1994, I bloody well will!"
mario wrote:I'm wondering what the hell has been going on in this thread [...] it's turned into a bizarre detour into mythical flying horses and the sort of search engine results that CoopsII is going to have a very hard time explaining ...
"I don't want to hear one more word about how we're in the wrong year for the appropriate caption joke, David! I'm Frank Williams! I don't follow the laws of space and time, so if I want to make a joke about 1996 in 1994, I bloody well will!"
DC: Oh, I've got a horrible headache, I don't think I'll be able to partake in the race.. (good, that'll fool him! Now I won't be humiliated by Michael Schumacher! ) FW: Ok David, we'll make sure a doctor gets to you right away. In the meantime, I'll replace you permanently with Jacques Villeneuve. DC: Ok, sounds good. Wait, WHAT
Mistakes in potatoes will ALWAYS happen Trulli bad puns... IN JAIL NO ONE CAN HEAR YOU SCREAM
"I don't want to hear one more word about how we're in the wrong year for the appropriate caption joke, David! I'm Frank Williams! I don't follow the laws of space and time, so if I want to make a joke about 1996 in 1994, I bloody well will!"
Frank Williams: "You and Damon have spun out of races so many times this season... You frigging twats... Now, where's the phone? I have to phone Nigel, see if he's available for next year..." David Coulthard: "He isn't..." (With a lower voice tone): "I hope... But I can do it, Frank, you know me, you can trust me!" FW: "Yeah, yeah, sure..." (Thinking for himself): "What's next for this idiot? Crashing in the pit lane? I think maybe Ron will be interested in him, though..."
mario wrote:I'm wondering what the hell has been going on in this thread [...] it's turned into a bizarre detour into mythical flying horses and the sort of search engine results that CoopsII is going to have a very hard time explaining ...
Artist's impression of Formula 1 cars when the FIA's ban on off-throttle blown diffusers comes into effect.
Picture commissioned by Mr. L. di Montezemolo of Maranello, Italy.
mario wrote:I'm wondering what the hell has been going on in this thread [...] it's turned into a bizarre detour into mythical flying horses and the sort of search engine results that CoopsII is going to have a very hard time explaining ...
Vettel: Yes! For only $4.99, you to can have my "special flavored" chocolate fingers right here at the paddock! And if you act now! I'll send you a large cup of my "warm lemonade" absolutely free!
Proud supporter of the United States 2nd Amendment.
So next year, RedBull will becaume VioletBull, and will be sponsored by Cadbury. However, all the team will spend most of their time eating chocolate, so the team will fall back in the middle of the field. Both pilots will suffer from chronic indigestion, and won't finish most of the races. The team is logically Reject of the Year in 2012. Webber gives Christian Horner the finger and leaves the team in the middle of the year. He is replaced by the other Aussie Ricciardo, which performs not so bad since he is allergic to chocolate and cannot eat Fingers.
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1998 Monaco GP wrote:Murray Walker: A lot of people here are really debating if Riccardo Rosset is Formula 1 material. Martin Brundle: Well, that's a fairly short debate, Murray.
Artist's impression of the 2014 regulations. Notice the spec treads, spec cannons (the differences in angle are there to FOOL YOU into thinking it's NOT SPEC!!!), and spec turrets. Clearly, innovation is BANNED and F1 has LOST ITS CHARM!!!
I put on a tin foil hat while thinking of that caption.
Cynon wrote:Artist's impression of the 2014 regulations. Notice the spec treads, spec cannons (the differences in angle are there to FOOL YOU into thinking it's NOT SPEC!!!), and spec turrets. Clearly, innovation is BANNED and F1 has LOST ITS CHARM!!!
Thanks for copying my caption.
mario wrote:I'm wondering what the hell has been going on in this thread [...] it's turned into a bizarre detour into mythical flying horses and the sort of search engine results that CoopsII is going to have a very hard time explaining ...
"Well, he's the king of fashion in his neighbourhood With his ripped blue jeans and his flanelette shirt. A well-kept mullet and a packet of smokes; His mates will all tell you he's a real top bloke. His real name is Barry, but his mates call him Bazza, And his girlfriend's name is Sharon, but you just call her Shazza Real top sheila, real top sort - She'll even change your stubbie when you're watching sport.
"He drives a VK Commodore with alloy wheels And a home-made spoiler made of crappy steel. A pair of fluffy dice and all the other toys, But his No Fear sticker is his pride and joy. Saturday night, the boys hit town They're cruising the streets with the windows down Put on some Barnsey and they're on their way You'll hear the car coming from a mile away."
mario wrote:I'm wondering what the hell has been going on in this thread [...] it's turned into a bizarre detour into mythical flying horses and the sort of search engine results that CoopsII is going to have a very hard time explaining ...
"Well, he's the king of fashion in his neighbourhood With his ripped blue jeans and his flanelette shirt. A well-kept mullet and a packet of smokes; His mates will all tell you he's a real top bloke. His real name is Barry, but his mates call him Bazza, And his girlfriend's name is Sharon, but you just call her Shazza Real top sheila, real top sort - She'll even change your stubbie when you're watching sport.
"He drives a VK Commodore with alloy wheels And a home-made spoiler made of crappy steel. A pair of fluffy dice and all the other toys, But his No Fear sticker is his pride and joy. Saturday night, the boys hit town They're cruising the streets with the windows down Put on some Barnsey and they're on their way You'll hear the car coming from a mile away."
Caption of the year me thinks
Biscione wrote:"Some Turkemenistani gulag repurposed for residential use" is the best way yet I've heard to describe North / East Glasgow.