You Can’t Convince Me That The Combined Power Of Yuki, Checo, Daniel, And Mark Didn’t Curse That

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I don’t make the rules🤷

Dont talk to me, currently in mourning about the best duo on the grid 😔✋

we're watching in real-time red bull fucking over liam's career just as we watched them fuck over daniil's, pierre's, alex's, checo's, and daniel's careers and there are still people out there who believe yuki being sent to the gallows of the red bull second seat is a good idea?

how many people will have their career destroyed before we realise the fault is with red bull, not with the countless talented drivers who were chewed up and spat out like sticks of gum?

what will it take for you all to realise that the common denominator is red bull and that they will do to your driver what they have done to all the others?

kimi antonelli leading the race for 15 laps

Laura Winter being a total mensch ♥️

Me when I hear someone mention Formula 1

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

Good vibrations

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Charles Leclerc you beautiful Monaco Mouse. I'd torch Maranello if it made you see the light. I'd fight that bald headed French guy if it made your aura brighter. I'd go to war with the Spanish if it made you happier. Platonically,of course. I am not Max Verstappen after all.