This ought to make you glad for what you have. I know it did for me. From: Kid Wonder Subject: Some wives rule. Some wives Continue reading Some wives rule. Some wives suck ass
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I’m not sure how many French based events Pennsylvania’s favorite Dirty Birdie had penciled in on his calendar for ‘08, but it looks like he Continue reading Landis 86’d from lowly non-UCI events in France. World rejoices.
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Oh my… Would you believe I published this post at 9:11 pm? What am I, Rudy fucking Giuliani? by
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Ladies and Gentleman, may I present to you the Gnome and BGR on location in way southern Arizona. Like, so southern they could hit Mexico Continue reading Where my boys at?
I caught this link over at talkingpointsmemo.com regarding the status of the War in Iraq in terms of the upcoming election: The most idiotic campaign Continue reading Postwar?
We at drunkcyclist.com would like to extend a hearty congratulations to Brain “Ham Fist” Forbes. He was just named as AZCycling.com’s 2007 Rider of the Continue reading Brian “Ham Fist” Forbes named AZCycling.com 2007 Rider of the Year
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The hits just keep coming. Italian doctor given life-time suspension Italy’s Olympic committee has handed down a life-time ban to Carlo Santuccione, the doctor at Continue reading Doping is as doping does
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