It's a very entertaining read though. Solid high effort shitposting.
After that, we left the prison with a lot to think about. The bus ride back to my aunt's house was uncomfortable for many reasons, some of them obvious. What was true, what was a lie? Were those people prisoners? Could they leave just as easily as us? Why were we let go? Did I have another pair of pants at my aunt's house? All of these questions burned in my mind, but I could only answer one of them.
Gold Jerry, gold!
This is one of the ugliest liveries I've ever seen. It's probably not the literal worst livery in the history of F1 but if you told me it was I'm not sure I'd question it.