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NOBODY EXPECTS THE SPANISH INQUISITION

Published on October 2nd, 2017 | by Al

Canowindra was redolent with history, and it was my type of history... Read More →

“I think it is better than when you say instead: You Lose When The Yellow Puta Beats You, or You Lose When You Crash On Your Face, or You Lose When You Are Sam Lowes.”

Published on September 29th, 2017 | by Boris

Dear Gigi, I have identified another few problem that need to be fixed inmediatamente, so put down all those stupid spanners and pay attention. Firstly, the Polish Asparagus Puta and the Other Asparagus Puta, the ugly... Read More →

Dear George

“I fed him the full Spartan Mamba experience – straight up and deep into his backward-facing vagina.”

Published on September 25th, 2017 | by Boris

Dear Gigi, Did you see how totally magnífico I was yesterday? The chicas in the stands were taking off their underpants! Did you see how I dominado and conquistada those stinking stupid putas who dared to... Read More →

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GANG AFT AGLEY

Published on September 25th, 2017 | by Al

It was to be a night, he wrote, of sober debate and quiet reflection... Read More →

Dear George

“I want to know how many legs the Yellow Puta has, how many of them are actually his, and which of them, if any, are broken, or belong to a third party.”

Published on September 21st, 2017 | by Boris

Dear Gigi, I have arrived at Aragon and I have arrived confused. What is that terrible Yellow Puta doing or not doing? The last I looked he was regrowing his leg after it fell off. Now... Read More →

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RURAL COLLARS FELT

Published on September 11th, 2017 | by Al

I tolerate riding dirt, but I can’t say I like it... Read More →

Dear George

“Mama mia! I am sorry to laugh, but you fly like the Superman! But not a good Superman. You fly like a little bit merda Superman…

Published on September 11th, 2017 | by Boris

Ciao George! How are you after your, how you say, incidente at Turn Six? I watch the Misano race from my couch because my bones must grow back a little bit before I can challenge once... Read More →

Dear George

“I shall not race at a track called Tribul Master Rossi GP San Rossi e Rossi di Rossi!”

Published on September 8th, 2017 | by Boris

Dear Gigi, If you tell me the stupid Italians have re-named this racetrack after the Yellow Puta in honour of his busted legs, I’m going straight home. I shall not race at a track called Tribul... Read More →

Dear George

“I wish I was there to catch your tears in my Austrian MotoGP trophy and drink them. I would drink them, then I would throw them up and I would drink them again…”

Published on September 1st, 2017 | by Boris

Dear Yellow Puta, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH! I will say it again. HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH! How does it feel to see your 2017 season turn to dust? How does it feel to see your chance of ever winning a tenth world... Read More →