I ama astounded - I doughta Michael was alla fita anda raring to go and now dey tell me 'e isa "indisposeda"! A stiffa neck? What isa alla databouta, huh? A stiffa neck? What is he, some kinda wimpa or what? I remember, back ina de daya, gearing up a for a race with my arma ina slinga and running a temperature of 104c - no stamina, dese prima donnas today! Dey need a stint as a mule shoer in de army, datta sorta de men froma de boys, you know whad I’m saying. Mr Baracca senior, he was impresseda wida my bravery and audacity - I'da never beena presented with de prancing horse for being a nancy, you know whad I mean?
And whadda dey doing widda my cars this year anyhows? I'msa gedding a little bitta annoyeda now wid Kimi, he's a Ferrari world champion for crying oudda loud - whassup wid' him? Apart from being a boring bastard, I mean? It wasa ok while 'e was a winning but maybe he a needa some ice shoved down 'is pantsa, huh? Whaddya dink? I'm offa to finda ice bucket ... Ciao, Bella! *Mwah*
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