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Dear George

Once, the Criminal Redding sent me a woman’s purse he had stolen. The Yellow Puta always sends me his used knee-sliders. On the card he writes: “In case yours do not work, stronzo.”

Published on May 2nd, 2019 | by Boris

Ola, everybody! El Mamba di Repsolo Grande y Glorioso y Poderso y Naranja y Espectacular y Seductor y Fantastico once again walks among you! And Ola to you too, Poo-eegah! You look very brave in... Read More →

Dear George

“The choking started when that rubbish Honda he has given me to ride once again took off its brassiere and put its floppy orange Satu Hati Mati Fatis into the gearboxes.”

Published on April 15th, 2019 | by Boris

Ramon, I am very concerned about Poo-eegah. He has not stopped screaming and crying and kicking for several hours now. I can hear him over the singing of Ricky Martin in my headphones. Gigi was bad... Read More →

Dear George

“This rubbish you make me ride removes the chain from itself like the Marty removes his underpants when his girlfriend sends him her Instagrams.”

Published on April 14th, 2019 | by Boris

Dear Poo-eegah, How long will you spend kicking the walls in the toilet? I have a championship to win, and while I can do that without you, if you break the toilet, then where will Marty... Read More →

Dear George

“On the buttons is written stupid things like “Pit Start”, “Pit Limiter”, “Start Procedure”, “Puta Limiter”, “Start Puta” and “Go Home”, and things in Bushido I cannot even read.”

Published on April 2nd, 2019 | by Boris

Dear Yelling Eskimo, You must be a little bit more calm, yes? Take the lesson from me and see how placido domingo and dignified I am when things do not go as expected. Of course, the... Read More →

Dear George

“And I am not named after a stupid Canadanian prostitute which proves I am an Eskimo. My name is Alberto. Not ‘Alberta'”

Published on March 31st, 2019 | by Boris

Dear George, Oh God, why did it have to be like this? I could have just left with Dani and had sex with miniature supermodels. Instead I stayed. And I can hear that over-eyebrowed Dall’Igna bastard... Read More →

Dear George

“One cries because he is the product of Godless dock-puta, and the other cries because he can no longer paint his coarse police-fur blue. And because he is fat.”

Published on March 20th, 2019 | by Boris

Dear Gigi, I did not ever want to communicate with you again, and to say the truth, it is hard to even see you down there from up on my throne as the Respola Suprema. But... Read More →

Dear George

“Tell the Respol Bushidos who sent me the nice sword so that I could reach the fish in my ribs through my belly, such a thing is not practical.”

Published on March 13th, 2019 | by Boris

Dear Alberto, I give thanks to the Holy Mother you are an Eskimo! You know the fish. Your tribe eats the fish after the polar bear leaves them in his kaka for you. It is... Read More →

Dear George

“Ola, Alberto! How is it you pronounce your surname? Is it ‘Poo-Ig’ or ‘Pweeg’?”

Published on February 14th, 2019 | by Boris

Dear Alberto, Ola! How is it you pronounce your surname? Is it “Poo-Ig”? or “Pweeg”? You are from Norwaynia where live the Eskimos, yes? You must be the first Eskimo to be in MotoGP. Your tribe... Read More →

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CHOICE MADE

Published on January 6th, 2019 | by Al

"Tell him I have something to say to him in Serbian" said Ben... Read More →

Dear George

“I am leaving now. Stop touching me and trying to hug me. Seriously. You all smell like an old wooden floor after a bull has dropped his bladder-juices on it.”

Published on November 20th, 2018 | by Boris

Dear Gigi, the Germans and the rest of you Ducati Basura, I am leaving now. Stop touching me and trying to hug me. Seriously. You all smell like an old wooden floor after a bull has... Read More →

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