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Oh my god. Oh my god. They let them play with a gigantic rocket.

It's official; the BBC are totally insane. Hopefully they'll keep it up because that was fan-fucking-tastic. :D

And Top Gear Dog! She's still around! And mmmm, the Porsche. My exact words were, I believe, "I want to sleep with someone who drives that car, preferably *in* that car,"* which I then reconsidered when I thought of all the horrible people who probably own one, but god. It'd definitely tip the scales a bit.

I love Top Gear. It makes everything good.

edit: *Ssssshhh. I'm discovering my new lack of depth this week it seems. Though, look at that car and tell me you wouldn't.

Besides, Hamster likes 911s. ;) Not all 911 owners are scary old men who bought it during their mid-life crisis you know.

... Shut up. ^_~

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I'm torturing myself with Top Gear slash. It's like poking my brain with cocktail sticks. And I can't stop.

If I disappear, my common sense -- or squick factor or inner censor or whatever the hell you want to call it -- has killed me. Send flowers. Take vengence on Hamster because it's all his fault actually, maybe vengence is a bit harsh. Poke him gently with cocktail sticks for a while or something.