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Post by vazy on Aug 6, 2017 17:13:09 GMT
For those who haven't read it check out Dear George on Facebook. Its a spoof account where Lorenzo writes letters to people, particularly the team. If this should have been in banter feel free to shift it Eddie x
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Post by hawkwind on Aug 7, 2017 8:12:05 GMT
Nice find thanks
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Post by philthewindsurfer on Aug 7, 2017 8:39:45 GMT
Don’t be late for practice. They’re not going to wait for you.
Wonder if there will be a letter about George's bike not being ready for him at Brno?
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Post by armstrongracer on Aug 7, 2017 16:00:12 GMT
The one after Austin was good.
Dear Johann,
Give me my fucken money back, you cheese-gargling snail-kisser. What the bastard fuck was that? You had one job. “Take Rossi out,” I said. “Send him to spend time in the Clinica Mobile,” I insisted. “Here’s a nice pile of Euros Matthias wants you to have,” I explained. How fucking hard was that? We all knew George was not going to win. Or podium. Or anything. The sad cazzo even picked soft compound tyres front and rear because he was terrified of bats or something. I don’t even know anymore. It’s not like anyone even listens to him when he’s gnawing on the walls of his trailer and breaking things. It’s like owning a chimpanzee. So I thought we’d do something nice for him. Cheer him up. Rossi having his legs splinted with titanium rods would have been just the thing. You were perfect for the task. You’re new, so everyone expects you to crash into people at random. Crazy Iannone has been around for ever and he still does that. And you’re French, so there’s no act of vile treachery you’re not capable of. So I give you a pile of money and what do you do? You catapault Rossi forward! I belted down to Race Direction with another pile of money and the phone number of a top-notch cathouse, and the best they could do was a 0.3-second penalty for The Doctor. And we know how that worked out, don’t we, Johann? The bastard now leads the championship and George has gone AWOL from the reservation. I can’t find him. I can hear weeping inside a pile of old tyres, but that could be that Abrahams kid, or Lowes. They all sound the same to me when they sook. It looks like I’ll have to contact the US border police in case George intends on making a new life for himself south of the Rio Grande. I have to go now. Matthias is calling me, doubtlessly to have me explain how a multiple world champion can start in sixth and finish in who-gives-a-shit ninth, and also why the idiot Frenchman can’t do as he’s paid to do. Talk soon, surrender-boy, Gigi.
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Post by no66 on Aug 10, 2017 8:15:52 GMT
:-)
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