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12 January 2009
a very happy B grader identified at start line - looks more like a very fat B grader to me
6 comments:
Anonymous
said...
This is why you have to reputation that you do..... I have noticed that there are a few quon jerseys stretched further than lycra really should be. You know how it goes.... People in glass houses and all.
I worked with the other cyclists who were willing to work, and am very happy to report that there were no quon guys ahead of me at the finish line. I dare say the proof is in the pudding. Your purile comments regarding my mother are a little uncalled for. As I have said before guys, this is supposed to be fun. You really need to relax, you are taking the fun out of a sport many of us have been involved in for many years.
6 comments:
This is why you have to reputation that you do..... I have noticed that there are a few quon jerseys stretched further than lycra really should be. You know how it goes.... People in glass houses and all.
I'd rather be in a glass house than at YOUR house, happy B grader...unless your mum is home again.
a very sad b grader, if you were there on sat morn, were you the old bloke at the back who would do a turn?
I worked with the other cyclists who were willing to work, and am very happy to report that there were no quon guys ahead of me at the finish line. I dare say the proof is in the pudding. Your purile comments regarding my mother are a little uncalled for. As I have said before guys, this is supposed to be fun. You really need to relax, you are taking the fun out of a sport many of us have been involved in for many years.
yeah, very crappy B grader, I'm with you on this one. But you are still a dick. and the pudding is all in your gut.
fatty.
Ignore him, he never played well with others. Of course all Quon boys are welcome at my place...even the youngling.
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