Published on April 6th, 2017 | by Gigi
Dear George, What the fuck? I’m being serious now. You’re now an App? With Emojis? Emojis you sent to Matthias and me because you think: “It’s a sexy fun way for everybody to get behind the... Read More →
Published on April 5th, 2017 | by Boris
“My day has been too long. In the morning I saw the sons of the Unamis happy and strong; and yet, before the sun has come, have I lived to see the last warrior of the... Read More →
Published on April 4th, 2017 | by George
Dear Gigi, Just look at what this orange traitor-puta is doing, the fool. He has forgotten his luggage and is playing on the moving walkways at Madrid airport. Is he 12-years-old? All that is missing is... Read More →
Published on April 2nd, 2017 | by Boris
When I first saw pictures of the Bobber, I went “Yeah…nah…” in my head. That’s just not going to work as a motorcycle, I figured. The last time a motorcycle manufacturer adopted style over substance and... Read More →
Published on April 1st, 2017 | by George
Dear Gigi, Do I really have to wear all this black clothing until I win a race? I don’t mind the black, just so you know. The email you forwarded me from Matthias said his company... Read More →
Published on March 27th, 2017 | by Gigi
Dear George, I really should send you the Email I just got from Matthias in Germany. But you don’t know any German swear-words, so it would be pointless. And I cannot risk being hit by all... Read More →
Published on March 26th, 2017 | by Gigi
Dear George, Stop screaming. Seriously. You’re stampeding the fucken camels. You cannot declare war on Qatar. It’s not Qatar’s fault it rained and you have to start in 12th. The Prime Minister, Abdullah bin Nasser bin... Read More →
Published on March 24th, 2017 | by Gigi
Dear George, Lin Jarvis has just sent me an text message and said if you don’t stop running around in front of Rossi’s pit garage in your underpants and cape, and poking your spear at the... Read More →
Published on March 22nd, 2017 | by Gigi
Dear George, You do know where the track is, right? Do you need me to send you a Google Maps thing? Don’t be late. The witch-doctor will be here at dawn and I will have the... Read More →
Published on March 22nd, 2017 | by Boris
“They sicken of the calm who know the storm.” Dorothy Parker The Bedouins have corralled the camels. The Qatari slaves who sweep the track have been freshly lashed. And the team managers have all been injected... Read More →
