Gayest Run I Have Ever Seen. Absolutely Incredible.

The Outsiders as me and my friends texts

Two-Bit: i am filled with envy and rage

Ponyboy: Why

Two-Bit: i have intelligence

Two-Bit: i have sapience

Two-Bit: i am self-aware

Ponyboy: Uh-

I fear those of you praying Oscar Piastri morphs into Sebastian Vettel are not considering the following two factors:

Sebastian Vettel in his youth, was a terrorist on and off track. He drove Lewis and Fernando and everyone else NUTS.

It might kill Mark Webber.

Me when I hear someone mention Formula 1

oscar in a suit.

that's it. that's the post.

Hello weary traveller, sit by me, the fire is so warm tonight. I have a story to tell you, one of caution. Long ago, in the decadant lands of 2013, I was a young lay, glossy eyed and full of hope, unknown to the shear terror and darkness of this world. I was traveling from JFK to Heathrow, as I had very important business with the queen to attend to. Me, being the old soul I am, I had though it was 1920s, and so put on a tag on my briefcase that said "Keep me with my owner UWU, im going to London! Nyan" (I was an UWUgirl at this time, I have since evolved, and would not like to talk about this particularly dark element of my past), and just for good measure added a picture of me trollfacing (it was 2013). When I arrived to Heathrow airport, I was waiting for my lagauge, when a tall, beafy, tatted, undemure, gentleman came up to me, and violently tapped more shoulder (it was more like an earthquake for me). He said "Hey, is this you?" and hands me the crumpled up, partially torned, and oddly shoe sole ridden tag with the message and picture. I, of course, said "yes that is." as, the evidence was undeniable, I was very much discernable. Right as I finished my sentence, the man pulls out a cricket bat (we were in Britain, btw), which he hits me over the head with, and I go cold immediately. When I woke up, I had no idea how long it had been since the incident (I had no concept of time at this... time), but it certainly was longer than a day (gut feeling). I was outside of my house, it was night time, and next to me was the battered remains of my briefcase. My roomate, Hatsune Miku, had came running out and said "Are you ok??" and my other roomate, Luigi Mangione, came outside, took one look at me, and just sighed. I hope you got something from this story. Many wise lessons can be learned with this one, choose one that speaks to your soul, and keep it with you, like that warm meal that you ate that one time.

I am absolutely moved by this story, it has brought tears to my eyes. I will make sure to tell this story to my future children

the only person who had a worse race than ferrari was oscar piastri – and when the leaderboard listed him as 'out', he reversed out of the grass and got back on track. he was not going to DNF at his home race without the stewards physically wrenching a front axle from his hands.

oscar piastri is a goddamn phoenix, and he will rise again and again and again. i love charles, and he is il predestinato - but oscar being a champion is not even predestined. it's literally inevitable.

Mate, you have an incredible username

Thank you!

kimi antonelli leading the race for 15 laps

there’s something poetic about sebastian defending lando while mark is oscar’s manager. it’s beautiful seb still finds ways to spite him.

Your monthly reminder that in this blog we hate Flavio Briatore, Christian Horner and Helmut Marko, no exceptions