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Wednesday, June 28, 2006
1. Basso will win. (Check out his sister on video)
I’m on vacation through next week, so, until then, check out the new Mistress Julie blog and enjoy her July 2006 Calendar.
Monday, June 26, 2006
As Operation Puerto continues to expand farther than Manolo Saiz’s waistline, it’s a sad fact that our sport will always be tainted. Maybe the UCI will finally get serious, buy one of these "special" vans from the Chinese government, slap some WADA stickers on it and go pay Tyler Hamilton a visit.
While I exerted myself like a rider in the Spanish National Championship this weekend, Paolo Bettini took his title looking like a fucking guido complete with chest hair and gold chain medallion.
Just apply baby oil And, maybe it’s lead poisoning from all that buckshot, but Greg LeMond just can’t let this Armstrong rivalry thing go.
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Why did Bush focus on Saddam Hussein again??? Tuesday, June 20, 2006 Tough talk from a dude that’s one ball away from having one of these ...
Monday, June 19, 2006
I think we have a match Fine with me ... Saunier Duval and Euskaltel-Euskadi have more than enough irritating, doped-up, Spanish climbers on their teams for one tour.
And big fucking deal ... Jan Ullrich barely beats Koldo Gil at the Tour de Swisse and fans are crapping themselves like a bunch of Special-Ed kids. How quickly people forget that Ivan Basso destroyed a much more competitive field at the Giro and is set to hand "Der Kaiser" his "Der Hindquarters" come July - 'cause there just 'aint enough time trial miles to make up for the pounding he’s going to get in the mountains.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Der "Buttwiper" ist shist! Fuck corporate profits ... serve real beer if you want to see euro girls get drunk and naked.
See if any of these women are modeling the uniform of your favorite World Cup team. Tuesday, June 13, 2006
“So, I did the Diet Coke thing last night. The entire side of my mom's house was sticky and I’m sure the ants are going to be going ape-shit today. Fuckin' eh, I tried to grab the bottle to make it look like I was shooting a big load, but ended up getting foam all over my pants.” I wonder if anyone's ever attempted a Diet Coke and Mentos enema or, for some "reverse flow" action, a Diet Coke enema with a Mentos suppository.
A 5 year-old "detoxing" Monday, June 12, 2006
We’ll take your word for it Dave ... really. When I think of the Brits, I think of beer (and that little twit, David Millar). So raise a pint, drink it fast and sing along to the Lungbutter song. I could get into this whole World Cup thing ...
Brazilian Soccer Mom Thursday, June 8, 2006
Pulling an "Ullrich" None of the principles even tried, except for Levi Liepheimer and Denis Menchov. I feel cheated. Wednesday, June 7, 2006 PsychoCross Art is consumed by the burning question of which RideTrash Mistress would win in a steel cage pillow fight.
Can you say Pay-per-view? Erik discovered the hard way never to send drunken photos of yourself to a friend who’s proficient at Photoshop.
The problem is, I can't tell which picture has been doctored up to make him look like more of a wasted retard. And speaking of retards, a friend and I were having a discussion about the Dauphiné Libéré at a bar and some dumbass next to us asked us if that was the one Jack Black is in.
Your pants, they look expensive Monday, June 5, 2006
And if that isn’t bad enough, you know that people have come completely unhinged when state money is needlessly spent (during times of record budget deficits) changing perfectly good highway signs.
Mistress Nikki plans to "celebrate" this most evil of all days. Check out her latest blog from the depths of hell.
Freeze ... I mean burn Friday, June 2, 2006
Your girl sags, my girl SAGs Riding in “the sticks” means empty roads, beautiful scenery and stupid rednecks in Ford F-150s yelling “fag” when they drive by – which is fine, just as long as they don’t swerve or throw shit at me.
Maybe I would have felt more threatened by the last guy who verbally insulted my skin-tight lycra outfit if he didn’t have a fucking Lhasa Apso on his lap.
Who you calling gay, brokeback cowboy? When all was said and done, I had 190 miles in the bank and some badass biker tan lines to go with them.
Can you believe even more shit is hitting the fan in the latest euro-pro doping scandal and once again, Phonak seems to be a magnet for trouble. Speaking of our favorite brown waste product ...
Everyone knows “Poo Rules”! Thursday, June 1, 2006 He didn’t want to talk about it but did mention he got some "action" and almost drown in the pool.
Dave O. reminds us why we shouldn’t race crits or take our eyes off the road while riding past the women’s beach volleyball courts on Cabrillo Blvd.
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