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PLACIDLY AMIDST THE NOISE AND HASTE

Published on October 2nd, 2018 | by Al

Working on the premise that nothing will go wrong if you just take the advice of random strangers on the Internet, I bought a Givi Airflow windshield... Read More →

“How you break that? You fall on your head, yes? Did the falling gravel hit you on the toe? Is a mystery.”

Published on September 25th, 2018 | by Boris

Ciao George! No more football for you, yes? Ha, ha! I am sorry, but I think your broken little dito del pede must hurt very much and you will not make the good disco for a... Read More →

“Have the Yamaha Bushidos sent Lin a sword to cut open his belly with? SSSSSSS-CHAH!”

Published on September 23rd, 2018 | by Boris

“SSSSSSSS-CHAH!” Yellow Puta! The Mamba says to you “SSSSSSSS-CHAH!” The ‘CHAH’ is the spitting of the venom after the hissing. And it is also the laughing. So much laughing. “SSSSSSS-CHAH!” There it goes in your eye!... Read More →

Dear George

“And no, I was not crossing myself. I stopped believing in God a week after you joined the team. That was Gabarrini…”

Published on September 21st, 2018 | by Boris

Dear George, I’m not sure I know how to make the Aragon race “sexy as a Mamba in red leather dance-panties”. But I will try. I always try. Ask anyone. I’m still struggling to understand why... Read More →

Dear George

“It is like watching the perro loco put the teeth to his own leg before the villagers kill him with rocks so he does not bite their children. Ha ha!”

Published on September 10th, 2018 | by Boris

Ola, Old Mango! I have been watching you try and throw your destruido Ducati off a bridge all night. You are very funny like that. It’s like when my useless brother crash and then all night... Read More →

Dear George

“Davidoso was sitting in a puddle of his own girl-water the whole time we were being interviewed. Each time I would speak, more smelly liquid would gush from his wilted she-parts.”

Published on September 7th, 2018 | by Boris

Dear Gigi, I hate this stupid San Misanogellorino e della Riviera i Riminininini very much. There is too much of that asqueroso urine colour everywhere. I am surprised the flag-waving pasta putas have not yet constructed... Read More →

UnbAlanced

FELLOWSHIP OF THE RING

Published on August 28th, 2018 | by Al

I always figured God was a Bridgestone man... Read More →

Dear George

“The stupid Englandian water-gravy that falls from the stupid Englandian curry-sky on the stupid Englandian Silverstone rice-field is like the milk of the Mamba’s mother to the Mamba”

Published on August 27th, 2018 | by Boris

Dear Gigi, Why did the stupid Englandian cowards build this dam where before was the stupid Silverstone? Last time I raced here there was a track. Yes, it was bumpy and rough, like the colon of... Read More →

Dear George

“Have you smelled Vinales lately? He pongs like a Manchester bog-slag getting her vodkas on in the laneway out the back of the club she’s just been tossed out of.”

Published on August 24th, 2018 | by Boris

Hey, Spanish Mango, You’re in my house now, you fat-cheeked knob-tosser. My house. Well, not my house where I live because Lucy’s not having any of that shite after Jack came over last time, drank all... Read More →

Dear George

“You are like the struggling soup-chicken. You are terminado! Your old Tavullian bones cannot handle the fire I bring to the track. I pass like the sex-grease through the broken anus of the losers.”

Published on August 13th, 2018 | by Boris

Yellow Puta, Behold the Mamba! Behold the glistening thrust of my thrusting thrust! Know that I am, now and forever world without end, El Spartano el Magnifico y Glorioso y Máximo Maestro del Acelerador Super Sexy... Read More →

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