Seen on the street in Kyiv.

Words of Advice:

"If Something Seems To Be Too Good To Be True, It's Best To Shoot It, Just In Case." -- Fiona Glenanne

“The Mob takes the Fifth. If you’re innocent, why are you taking the Fifth Amendment?” -- The TOFF *

"Foreign Relations Boil Down to Two Things: Talking With People or Killing Them." -- Unknown

“Speed is a poor substitute for accuracy.” -- Real, no-shit, fortune from a fortune cookie

"Thou Shalt Get Sidetracked by Bullshit, Every Goddamned Time." -- The Ghoul

"If you believe that you are talking to G-d, you can justify anything.” — my Dad

"Colt .45s; putting bad guys in the ground since 1873." -- Unknown

"Stay Strapped or Get Clapped." -- probably not Mr. Rogers

"The Dildo of Karma rarely comes lubed." -- Unknown

"Eck!" -- George the Cat

* "TOFF" = Treasonous Orange Fat Fuck,
"FOFF" = Felonious Old Fat Fuck,
"COFF" = Convicted Old Felonious Fool,
A/K/A Commandante (or Cadet) Bone Spurs,
A/K/A El Caudillo de Mar-a-Lago, A/K/A the Asset,
A/K/A P01135809, A/K/A Dementia Donnie, A/K/A Felon^34,
A/K/A Dolt-45, A/K/A Don Snoreleone

Monday, February 4, 2013

Concur Ref. A.


Nobody gave a shit about that sport before Lance the Liar grabbed the spotlight and nobody really has since.

By the way, do we have any proof that he really did have testicular cancer, or was it all just his word on that? Which as we now know, is worth about as much as a ten-lira coin.

3 comments:

BadTux said...

Well, you can't exactly hide the effects of chemotherapy, what with the notion of chemotherapy being to bring you so close to death that the cancer cells all die, but without, y'know, you actually dying. And Lance did show those effects back in '95 or so, so I think he likely did have cancer of some sort. I always viewed his recovery from that to become a better racer than he'd been *before* the cancer as pretty much impossible without massive amounts of steroids, HGH, testosterone supplements, etc. though. No friggin' way that two years after nearly being dead, you're a friggin' bicycling god, unless you're juiced more than a jug of orange juice.

- Badtux the Medical Penguin

The New York Crank said...

I give a crap about cycling. There are three bicycle clubs in Manhattan alone. The biggest one has over 3,000 members.

On the other hand, I don't give a flying flapdoodle about guns.

De gustibus non disputendum est. Don't blame me for Lance and I won't blame you for Sandy Hook.


Very crankily yours,
The New York Crank

Comrade Misfit said...

You want to ride a bike? Fine by me. But that's not going to stop me from lampooning a "sport" where the key factor for victory is who has the best pharmacist.