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DOWN AT THE GLOBE
Published on October 13th, 2019 | by Al
And this time it was with Gonzo because it was a double demerits weekend and we needed something to thumb our noses at... Read More →
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FIRST BLOOM OF LOVE RECALLED
Published on August 24th, 2019 | by Al
Even the cops know there’s no money in Thursdays... Read More →
Dear George
“Boring, tedious Putas! The lot of you. Nothing but a herd of quick-shitting she-donkeys too scared to make the passing and the accelerations.”
Published on August 6th, 2019 | by Boris
Dear worthless putas, What was that rubbish? I fell asleep twice. Carlito had to whisper to me to wake me. The most exciting thing of the Bern race was watching stupid Uncini trying not... Read More →
Dear George
“I do not need a spine to race against that harem of worthless has-beens, waiters, poodles, Can-Can dancers, beer-pigs, Tom Cruise, corpses, unshaved gorillas, Oliveira, and frightened, sad-eyed mops who cry all the time.”
Published on July 31st, 2019 | by Boris
Dear Poo-eegah, Not a single visit. Not single postcard. Not a single basket of fruit and chocolates. I have been regrowing my spine for two months now and you have not even called me. Has... Read More →
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UNACCEPTABLE BEHAVIOUR IGNORED
Published on June 3rd, 2019 | by Al
James from work said he was sick of riding on the train and he was looking for a cheap bike... Read More →
Dear George
“Put the bowing pads on the floor so the Respol Bushidos do not bruise their delicate faces making the kow-tow to me when I return in glorious victory glory.”
Published on May 31st, 2019 | by Boris
Dear Poo-eegah, I have returned to Yellow Putaland. And my headache has returned to my face. What is wrong with these chimpanzees? The last racer he beat was Agostinelli in 1925. Yet they still burn... Read More →
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MAN BUYS XMAS GIFT FOR MOTORCYCLE
Published on May 29th, 2019 | by Al
Al bought his motorcycle a Christmas gift. It was a random act of kindness... Read More →
Dear George
“Ramon said you were now calling yourself the Mother of Dragons, and standing in front of Quartararo’s van yelling ‘Dracarys!’ and hissing like a kettle.”
Published on May 22nd, 2019 | by Boris
Dear George, I have spent so much time kneeling in church, my knees are crusted with weeping scabs and the incense has given me emphysema. Six priests offered to have sex with me. They... Read More →
Dear George
“The police monkey was burning the hair off his body with fire and his leathers were hanging up outside his trailer.”
Published on May 18th, 2019 | by Boris
Dear Poo-eegah, This Lemon racetrack is stupid. And there are many strange things going on. Usually, the strange things happen later in the season when everybody is tired and looking for work for the... Read More →
Dear George
“Bradl beat you! Hello? Bradl. He’s been drinking beer and marching around in circles singing the Sound Of Music soundtrack for the last year.”
Published on May 8th, 2019 | by Boris
Kakui Yoshishige, Please allow me to share in the joy of our company’s exciting win on Sunday in the Land of the Bleeding Bull With Swords In Its Honourable Neck. I look forward to crying... Read More →
