“I do not know how long my phone-light will last. And when it goes out, the wolves will come for us.”
August 7th, 2017 | by Boris
Dear George, You’ve been standing up on that podium all night. You need to come down. It’s kinda creepy you
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“Is He some kind of cannibal? Do I need to hire a Sicilian bodyguard?”
August 5th, 2017 | by Boris
Dear Gigi, It’s me. Andrea. Your Number One rider. I’m sorry to bother you during a race weekend. I know
“He then threatened to drug-test me and beat me with wet ropes…”
August 4th, 2017 | by Boris
Dear George, Before you start screaming and breaking things, just hear me out. We’re going to give you a new
“They cannot ride fast when their private parts are rotting with the disease of whores.”
August 3rd, 2017 | by Boris
Dear Gigi, I am ready to start the fight for the championship now. As you know, so far I have
“I know why he picks his testículos and his culo when he rides out of the pits…”
July 21st, 2017 | by Boris
Dear Gigi, I have some really good news. I have decided to write my memoirs. So while the other putas
“…And then there you suddenly were, like a giant Spanish stronzo all up in my shit…”
July 10th, 2017 | by Boris
Dear George, It’s Andrea. I’m pretty sure you remember me. I was the one who introduced you to your Ducati
“Explain how Asparagus A, riding an Aprilia made from recycled Italian fascists, and using a crank made from pasta, somehow managed to finish four places in front of you”
July 3rd, 2017 | by Boris
Dear George, It’s OK. Matthias has gone back to Wolfsburg. You can come out of the toilet now. I promise.
“We know your own pit-crew chased you back onto the track with pitchforks last week…”
July 1st, 2017 | by Boris
Dear Herr George, Willkommen in Deutschland. My name is Ernst and I am Herr Müller’s personal assistant. Herr Müller will
“It is the first time I see the back-markers for many years. You are bringing this back, yes?”
June 26th, 2017 | by Boris
Dear George, Gigi call me last night. He is a little bit, how you say, concerned you are not OK.
” We could even dress him up in a red clown-suit and put an octopus on his head – you know, make a day of it.”
June 25th, 2017 | by Boris
Dear Gigi, You know I don’t like to get too involved in what you have going on with George. I’m
