Showing posts with label Gus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gus. Show all posts

28 April, 2012

You're welcome!

I've not got a huge amount to say at the moment, what with living in Belgium (the centre of the universe when it comes to complete nothingness). Therefore I've chosen to share some very special teammate moments I've had recently.



Zombies have to carbo-load too.

It's cool because we weren't in the middle of Bruges and there wasn't a bus full of nuns going past at the time (I admit I made the nun bit up).


"Thing about time gaps is it looks like I lost 14s on the break, not that I attacked the chase group with 4km to go and put 17s into them.
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27 April, 2012

House Cru


Gus: The legend truly precedes him.
He took on the King of the ocean, aged ten on a brief swim,
Most people left the water, chose to play in the sandpit,
But he said “I’ve got lengths to do shark boy, so can it!”

Apples: Fruity by name and nature.
A good boy to the core, works the girls, ain’t no hater.
Addicted to the Facebook, he doles out drunken slaps,
I might have punched him in the face but he’s a jolly good chap!

Kinch: The daddy of the family.
He’s smashed a lot of women and has also had a three-
some, with two women. That’s the cool kind.
He’s a dealer of the ‘ting’ but we don’t mind.

Hunt: The bike mechanic extraordinaire.
Hacking cables with a saw the guy just doesn’t care.
At robbing cars and smashing windows he is one of the best,
But at the moment it’s just jerseys and a Prendas under-vest.

Yetman: Just don’t mention his head!
He’s an adequate human being with whom I share a bed.
I mean he’s top bunk and I’m bottom, ‘cause we’re totally not gay,
But his erotic physique is second to none it’s fair to say. (What?)