<![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, fucking sweet]]> http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/gawker.com.png <![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, fucking sweet]]> http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/fuckingsweet http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/fuckingsweet <![CDATA[Ask Michael Bay]]>
While cruising Transformers director and Hollywood's leading practitioner of the blowing-shit-up-arts Michael Bay's ultra-minimalist, infrequently updated web presence for totally fucking rad videos of the fauxteur himself laying down a little rubber in his bitching Ferrari*, we noticed this call for questions which might be used in an upcoming video interview. Before you submit your own query to Bay, we recommend you quickly re-familiarize yourself with his finest car-pirouetting work via the above YouTube greatest hits package, a three-minute and fifty-six second primer that will leave you, the previously uninformed internet dickwad, with just one question for the living legend: Dude, how did you get so fucking sweet?

[*Which, we're told, changes into a twenty-foot-tall robot that shoots lasers out of his tailpipe/schlong! Nice!]

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