“Did you tape your visor up when I wasn’t looking, or are you riding with your eyes closed again?”
November 13th, 2017 | by Boris
Dear George, The fuck was that about? Seriously? Cosa fucking stavi fucking pensonado? We talked about this. A lot. We
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“His heart is made of piss-flavoured mermelada and his ears have always stuck out too far.”
November 10th, 2017 | by Boris
Dear Gigi, Look how I have attained peak sexy. Yes, it is true. It is not fair, but because it
” There is a big Casey shrine in Matthias’s office. He lights lots of candles in there every day and makes the sign of the cross over every one.”
November 9th, 2017 | by Boris
Dear George, Have you had a stroke? Is that what accounts for your inability to smile at people who plan
“Only God forgives! El Spartano di Magnifico y Mamba di Venganza does not forgive!”
November 1st, 2017 | by Boris
Dear Gigi, Who is the ring-tailed grass-chewing puta responsible for this mierda?! I demand to know which stinking imbécil, whose
“Are you insane? Porca miseria! This entire fucken country is made out of monkeys and rubber trees!”
October 27th, 2017 | by Boris
Dear George, What are you doing? I had to chase a dozen stinking Malay monkey dealers away from the back
“When his tripas are hanging down around his knees and drawing flies, he will have a proper reason to look like a homeless lunatic”
October 26th, 2017 | by Boris
Dear Gigi, Have you found my monkey yet? I’m hearing all sorts of horrible rumours little Ucciccio was murdered by
“I just wanted to tell you your monkey is dead and to say sorry to you for beating your factory Ducati on my 1985 Pantah.”
October 24th, 2017 | by Boris
Dear Mr Lorenzo, My name is Karel. You may have seen me from time to time. I sometimes wave at
“It is stupid to permit French people to race motorcycles anyway – they have too much poodle-blood in their piss-coloured hearts”
October 17th, 2017 | by Boris
Dear Gigi, I would have contacted you earlier, but I was too busy celebrating the crash of the Yellow Puta.
“He is writing things on the walls about me in His own merda. I think this is a very big problem.”
October 16th, 2017 | by Boris
Dear Gigi, Cazzo di me morto! Where is His monkey? What is His monkey? Who is Ucciccio? Madre di Dio!
“I didn’t want him to get turned into meaty monkey-paste courtesy of HRC and your constant inability to keep a motorcycle upright.”
October 13th, 2017 | by Boris
Dear Cal, It’s Gigi. Sorry to bother you, but it appears you killed George’s special Best Luck Racing Monkey, Ucciccio,
