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Aw yeah! The complete set!

[ID - a set of three pictures. First, the Pillsbury Doughboy with text that reads, "He is risen! Happy Easter!" Second, the Pillsbury Doughboy again, but appearing unleavened as if he were made of matzoh bread, and with a Star of David on his baker's cap, with text that reads, "He is not! Happy Passover!" Third, another image of the standard Pillsbury Doughboy with text that reads, "He is off limits until sundown! Happy Ramadan!" End ID]

"There's no racing in heaven because all drivers go to hell." is hands down the funniest thing Niki Lauda ever said.

f1 is just a sport full of boys who need to kiss

no, you don't understand. prost was the one who suggested the team chose senna over piquet. he sealed his own fate that day and even after everything that went down, after all the ugliness and abuse from the crowds and psychological warfare and tragedy he said – no, i don't regret that decision. and mind you senna didn't just want to beat prost on track, he wanted to annihilate him as a man. and so they drove into each other and they didn't speak to each other and they hated detested abhorred each other. and they brought the absolute worst out of each other. and prost said he would've liked to hit senna, that he was repulsed by him as a man. and then prost retired and senna had no motivation left to beat the others. so he called prost and prost was bewildered. still he took the calls. why? he still doesn't know. but they talked. and senna begged prost to come back, said it wasn't the same to race without him. and prost said —ayrton, i'm not your punching bag. and senna was anxious. he was worried. he was changed. and senna confessed a secret not even his family knew about and prost never revealed it. and after years of hostility and resentment, they grew close over the phone. and they talked just before imola. and at this point senna was very worried. he wasn't himself. and then prost was in imola. and senna sent him a message over the radio – a special hello to my dear friend alain, he said. and prost was there to hear it. and prost was there when the car hit the wall. and then he was there in brazil carrying senna's casket. and then he cried for weeks. and he didn't keep any formula one memorabilia in his home, except for his and senna's helmet. and he didn't speak about it for years. and then he was asked after decades – do you regret it? and he said no. and then he said, after everything that happened, it was still a fantastic story, wasn't it?

Bugs Bunny could have simply walked into Mordor. He would have shown up at the gates of Mordor in a disguise and been like "Evil volcano inspection unit" and flashed a fake ID badge to the confused orc.

Love the implication here that the one ring would have little to no effect on Bugs

The One Ring may not tempt Bugs, but he’d have other problems with the mission: he’d get lost halfway there (”I knew I should’ve made a left turn at Albuquerque”) and get distracted enough to hand the One RIng to Elmer Fudd or Yosemite Sam as a prank, only for it to be stolen by Daffy Duck, leading to an ever-increasing number of characters on an increasingly-destructive chase across Middle Earth as everyone keeps stealing it from each other, (Bugs would definitely pull the “evil volcano inspector” gag to get into Mordor, and he’d then immediately turn around and pose as a customs agent stopping whoever currently has the ring at the border and relieving them of it as “contraband”) culminating in an all-out brawl at Mount Doom.  Bugs manages to reclaim the ring one last time as everyone else is busy fighting each other, only for Daffy to come out of nowhere and grab it out of his hands.  Laughing maniacally, Daffy doesn’t realize that his victory dance has taken him right off the edge off a cliff - until Bugs points it out, at which point gravity reasserts itself, and Daffy and the ring both plunge to the fiery depths below

We CANNOT have snudity (snake nudity) on this webbed site

Gotta respect their snivacy (snake privacy)