Man, I’d love a top-five. I would kill for a top-five. Oh, no, what’s Jimmie doing? Jeff’s going to get under him. Doesn’t he see that? We’re going three wide? Now?!? Hold on. Damn! He got me. Freaking Jimmie got loose and tagged me. I am not digging this, man. How the hell did this clown win three titles? Screw that. How did he make that comedy video without smacking his head on the boom mic? You klutz! You took me out at Sonoma and now you hit me again? I got something for you. Bang! How you like that? At least when I hit someone it’s on purpose, you vanilla Knaus-monkey.
Oh, Mickey, you’re so fine/You’re so fine you blow my mind/Hey, Mickey/Hey, Mickey/Oh, Mickey, you’re so fine/You’re so fine you blow my mind/Hey, Mickey/Hey, Mickey. That’s Jeff Gordon. I know that guy. Better move. Whoops, sorry, Kurt. My bad. Oh, Mickey, what a pity/You don’t understand/You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand/Oh, Mickey, you’re so pretty/Can’t you understand/It’s guys like you, Mickey/Oh, what you do, Mickey, do, Mickey/Don’t break my heart, Mickey. Whoah! Did Kurt just body slam me? That guy needs to cool out. Oh, what you do, Mickey, do, Mickey/Don’t break my heart, Mickey! Man, I love that song. I should ask Knaus what it’s called.
Kurt Busch steamed at late contact with Jimmie Johnson at Chicagoland (AP)