They can't arbitrarily ban the rumble of the V8, the buzzsaw whine of the straight 6

[Sir C]

and the creamy smooth burr of the V12. These things are a human right, granted by God in his infinite mercy.

Straight 4s they can have.

There must be a resistance movement.

[Ash]

and the creamy smooth burr of the V12. These things are a human right, granted by God in his infinite mercy.

Straight 4s they can have.

There must be a resistance movement.

I miss the scream of the V10s. These V6 hybrids sound like lawnmowers, and are too difficult and expensive to make competitive and reliable. Only Mercedes at Brixworth have been any good at them.

[Burney]

and the creamy smooth burr of the V12. These things are a human right, granted by God in his infinite mercy.

Straight 4s they can have.

There must be a resistance movement.

It's a load of old balls. I love it when governments set environmental targets when they know that some other poor sod in 20 years' time will be the one who has to explain why they haven't been met.

[Sir C]

I miss the scream of the V10s. These V6 hybrids sound like lawnmowers, and are too difficult and expensive to make competitive and reliable. Only Mercedes at Brixworth have been any good at them.

The good Lord intended cylinders to be 6, 8 or 12 in number. Thus was it given unto Men to do God's work. Amen.

Electric fúcking cars. Electric fúcking cars! No wonder our youg men are emasculated.

[Sir C]

It's a load of old balls. I love it when governments set environmental targets when they know that some other poor sod in 20 years' time will be the one who has to explain why they haven't been met.

8 years ago today we were at Le Manoir. Good timez.

[Burney]

8 years ago today we were at Le Manoir. Good timez.

Lord, is that all? For some reason it feels like much, much longer ago than that.

Happy anniversary. I assume the glw has lavished you with gifts?

[Burney]

The good Lord intended cylinders to be 6, 8 or 12 in number. Thus was it given unto Men to do God's work. Amen.

Electric fúcking cars. Electric fúcking cars! No wonder our youg men are emasculated.

They've got no jizz anymore, it seems. Sperm counts are tanking amongst western men.

[Sir C]

Lord, is that all? For some reason it feels like much, much longer ago than that.

Happy anniversary. I assume the glw has lavished you with gifts?

Doing all that later. Dinner at The Wolseley and overnight in town. Perhaps a post-prandial cocktail or two? You know the drill.

Tomorrow's going to hurt, isn't it?

[Sir C]

They've got no jizz anymore, it seems. Sperm counts are tanking amongst western men.

It's hardly surprising. Chaps simply aren't allowed to be chaps any more.

Of course, these days my dessicated old sac produces nothing more than a puff of dust. But that's another story.

[Burney]

It's hardly surprising. Chaps simply aren't allowed to be chaps any more.

Of course, these days my dessicated old sac produces nothing more than a puff of dust. But that's another story.

I reckon it's all this porn they have now. They're wánking away their substance if you ask me.

By the way, thank you for forcing me to consider both your wrinkly sac AND the nature of your ejaculate in a single sentence.