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By phren
#40606
Mosely goose steps his way into Ecclestone's office.
Bernie looks up from his desk, upon which are rows of stolen piggy banks, in his hand a small hammer. "Maxy Baby, what can I screw for you today?"
"I have come, mien Furher, to do the decent thing. I wish to resign"
Bernie, his face still contorted with greed, climbs off his stool and hugs Mosely around the knees. "No Max Please, we're a team, a partnership, dont do it Max".
Bernie looks up' tears streaming down his miniture face....right into the barrel of Mosely's WW2 Luger. BANG....
Mosely turns and leaves Ecclestone's office. Under his breath he is mumbling "I've done nothing wrong, nothing wrong", and for once he is right.

In a steel grey office in Woking, a phone rings. A perfectly manicured hand reaches out and picks up the reciever. "Ron speak ing".
"Hey Ron, Frank here" "See the Nazi shot the Gremlin"
Ron Dennis allows a small smile to flick across his face, quickly shutting down the unnecessary show of emotion. A kevlar tipped fountain pen draws a very precise line through two items on a pad headed "To Do".
"Yeah I heard mate, fancy a pint?" :wink:
Last edited by phren on 19 Apr 08, 22:58, edited 1 time in total.
#40608
Mosely goose steps his way into Ecclestone's office.
Bernie looks up from his desk, upon which are rows of stolen piggy banks, in his hand a small hammer. "Maxy Baby, what can I screw for you today?"
"I have come, mien Furher, to do the decent thing. I wish to resign"
Bernie, his face still contorted with greed, climbs off his stool and hugs Mosely around the knees. "No Max Please, we're a team, a partnership, dont do it Max".
Bernie looks up' tears streaming down his miniture face....right into the barrel of Mosely's WW2 Luger. BANG....
Mosely turns and leaves Ecclestone's office. Under his breath he is mumbling "I've done nothing wrong, nothing wrong", and for once he is right.

In a steel grey office in Woking, a phone rings. A perfectly manicured hand reaches out and picks up the reciever. "Ron speak ing".
"Hey Ron, Frank here" "See the Nazi shot the Gremlin"
Ron Dennis allows a small smile to flick across his face, quickly shutting down the unnecessary show of emotion.
"Yeah I heard mate, fancy a pint?" :wink:


A perfectly manicured hand reaches out and picks up the reciever. "Ron speak ing"


Yeh and I am sure you dream every night of that perfectly manicured hand rubbing you all over OH YEH Ron baby:shock::wink:
#40615
My dear Mike.
You are officialy ignored.


:cry: never mind all good things come to an end. :oops:
To make it easy for you here is that button you were once talking about on another post. - Just press this: Image

But if you finally pull your head out and you find your sense of humour just get that keyboard out and type away to your hearts content. :wink::lol:

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I will miss you mate :cry:
#40650
Mosely goose steps his way into Ecclestone's office.
Bernie looks up from his desk, upon which are rows of stolen piggy banks, in his hand a small hammer. "Maxy Baby, what can I screw for you today?"
"I have come, mien Furher, to do the decent thing. I wish to resign"
Bernie, his face still contorted with greed, climbs off his stool and hugs Mosely around the knees. "No Max Please, we're a team, a partnership, dont do it Max".
Bernie looks up' tears streaming down his miniture face....right into the barrel of Mosely's WW2 Luger. BANG....
Mosely turns and leaves Ecclestone's office. Under his breath he is mumbling "I've done nothing wrong, nothing wrong", and for once he is right.

In a steel grey office in Woking, a phone rings. A perfectly manicured hand reaches out and picks up the reciever. "Ron speak ing".
"Hey Ron, Frank here" "See the Nazi shot the Gremlin"
Ron Dennis allows a small smile to flick across his face, quickly shutting down the unnecessary show of emotion.
"Yeah I heard mate, fancy a pint?" :wink:

:lol::lol::lol: Nice one!

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