“The monkey looks at me like Ucciccio looks at the Yellow Puta. Such adoración…”
October 12th, 2017 | by Boris
Dear Gigi, Are you sure this Japania is a country? I’ve been here two days now and I feel like
Browsing the "Dear George" Tag
“I think it is better than when you say instead: You Lose When The Yellow Puta Beats You, or You Lose When You Crash On Your Face, or You Lose When You Are Sam Lowes.”
September 29th, 2017 | by Boris
Dear Gigi, I have identified another few problem that need to be fixed inmediatamente, so put down all those stupid
“I fed him the full Spartan Mamba experience – straight up and deep into his backward-facing vagina.”
September 25th, 2017 | by Boris
Dear Gigi, Did you see how totally magnífico I was yesterday? The chicas in the stands were taking off their
“I want to know how many legs the Yellow Puta has, how many of them are actually his, and which of them, if any, are broken, or belong to a third party.”
September 21st, 2017 | by Boris
Dear Gigi, I have arrived at Aragon and I have arrived confused. What is that terrible Yellow Puta doing or
“Mama mia! I am sorry to laugh, but you fly like the Superman! But not a good Superman. You fly like a little bit merda Superman…
September 11th, 2017 | by Boris
Ciao George! How are you after your, how you say, incidente at Turn Six? I watch the Misano race from
“I wish I was there to catch your tears in my Austrian MotoGP trophy and drink them. I would drink them, then I would throw them up and I would drink them again…”
September 1st, 2017 | by Boris
Dear Yellow Puta, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH! I will say it again. HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH! How does it feel to see your 2017 season turn
“No good can come from you calling him a ‘Cheating Churchill puta who smells like stupid curry made from stolen cats'”
August 26th, 2017 | by Boris
Dear George, You really do need to leave Cal Crutchlow alone. You know perfectly well he’s not stable. Look at
“Those stinking soccer hooligans on that gravy-stained rock where we are racing in a few days won’t know what hit them.”
August 22nd, 2017 | by Boris
Dear Gigi, I am so ripped. I’m shredded like cheese which is made of butter that has been removed by
“I have made the Yellow Puta my man-girl who enjoys to be dominated from behind…”
August 12th, 2017 | by Boris
Dear Gigi, How good was I in FP1 and FP2, huh? No, ‘fantastic’ is not too strong a word. Neither
“I do not know how long my phone-light will last. And when it goes out, the wolves will come for us.”
August 7th, 2017 | by Boris
Dear George, You’ve been standing up on that podium all night. You need to come down. It’s kinda creepy you
