Brad Keselowski drops in from the skies above to celebrate! That's G, baby! Give us a caption here, friends.
After the jump, Reed Sorenson is making a wish.
Some good ones this time around; check the original post. A couple highlights:
Gator with the nice Full Metal Jacket ref:
This is my racecar. There are many like it, but this one is mine. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me my racecar is useless. Without my racecar, I am useless. I must drive my racecar fast. I must drive faster than the enemy who is trying to beat me. I must wreck him before he wrecks me. I will. My racecar and I know that what counts in a race is not the laps led, the noise of our exhaust, or the smoke we make. We know that it is the checkers that count. We will win. My racecar is human, even as I am human, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strengths, its parts, its accessories, its handling and its aerodynamics. I will keep my racecar clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. Before God I swear this creed. My racecar and I are the defenders of my team owner. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life. So be it, until victory is Richard Petty's and there is no Jimbot.
Joshua:
"Is it shoes match firesuit or shoes match belt?"
Oliver Klosov:
RS prays that one day, some day, McD's will put REAL chicken in the Chicken McNuggets.
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