This one goes out to the only F1 Driver who was all, “This is my fucking number. It’s the same number I had last year. This number business is bullshit. Seven, motherfuckers. Fucking deal”
If Prince wasn’t such a control freak when it came to his shit being on youtube, I’d’ve use his “Seven” which, what with the maniacal laughter and the dope beats and the allusions to epic, god-like ownage, seems more “Kimi” than even Kimi. But, this They Might Be Giants song is really cute!
Yes, Pastor, you are fucking crazy. Bless your soul.
Bend me, shape me, Lotus, whoever the hell. Pay me? Whatever. Somebody sign me! I’m so hot right now!
GRO-GRO’s gotta hold onto this feeling as long as he can. Kimi’s gonna work his Abu Dhabi magic again, right? Unless Romain really does rock the enchanted flip-flops! Gasp!
Funky boss, funky boss, funky boss, funky boss. . . . GET OFF MY BACK! Fine! I’ll let fucking Grosjean and his fucking new tyres by. Hey, how ’bout I let Perez by, too? GET OFF MY BACK!
Massa could give two shits right now and that’s kind of a beautiful thing. There’s no feeling like the feeling of flipping the double bird to the whole world and saying, “Me fucking vale!”.
Actually, there’s not much of a line. Well, really, there’s not even much love. . .Really. Mostly, hate. Just hate.
Although, in truth, that should probably be the ringtone for whichever RBR mechanic put Seb’s KERS into Mark’s car. Whhhhooooopppsies!