Published on 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 are all partying on the beach with sluts who have pierced their genitals, I am doing... Read More →
Published on 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 at Catalunya last year. I didn’t plan to, but you were having one of your moments.... Read More →
Published on July 10th, 2017 | by Al
“This is an important helmet”, he said... Read More →
Published on 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. He’s gone. I saw his Bentley driving out of the circuit. Yes, he did have a... Read More →
Published on 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 be at Sachsenring on Sunday, even though going to Scheiße Löcher like Dresden aggravates his gout.... Read More →
Published on 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. I think he call me because I was once team-mate with you, and maybe I know... Read More →
Published on 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 not exactly sure what that thing is, but it is now making my life interesting. I’m... Read More →
Published on June 12th, 2017 | by Al
A highway patrol car passed me real fast a bit before Pheasants Nest.... Read More →
Published on June 10th, 2017 | by Boris
Dear Gigi, I write this letter on behalf of the Ducati Corse mechanics in the hope we can find a better way to interpret George’s demands. And because our lives are like a pile of merda... Read More →
Published on June 5th, 2017 | by Boris
Dear George, What the bastard fuck was that? You trying to give me a heart attack? When you sailed into the lead stuff stopped working in my chest. Enzo and Carlo had punch me in the... Read More →
