June 18th, 2018 | by Boris
Dear Gigi, You want to be crawling in here on your scabby knees, your eyes downcast, and your crazy eyebrows
June 11th, 2018 | by Boris
Dear Gigi, This is why you’re so very much mierda at what you do. No sooner had the ink dried
June 7th, 2018 | by Boris
Dear Gigi, How fancy was my footwork, you tired old bag of eyebrows? How much pasta can you now pound
June 4th, 2018 | by Boris
Dear Gigi, Who is your Spartan Sex-Daddy now, you grey-haired old holster for leaky horse-penises? I am. Go on. Say
May 28th, 2018 | by Boris
Ciao George, We live in the interesting times, yes? Ha ha! And by we, I mean you. And because we
May 21st, 2018 | by Boris
Dear George, How good was that! Fucken smashed ya! Come up on you like a bull full piss and hormones
May 20th, 2018 | by Boris
Dear Gigi, What is wrong with these stupid Frenchians? Why are they all running around with their culottes around their
May 10th, 2018 | by Boris
Dear George, I cannot squat here anymore. My pelvis has turned into bone-paste and all the veins in my legs
May 7th, 2018 | by Boris
Dear George, I am drinking a glass that has been filled with the stale piss of Andalusian rats, the pus
May 2nd, 2018 | by Boris
Dear George, Mate, you need to calm the fuck down and stop being a dead-set five-arseholed prick. Them sad Spango
