This Jame, He is Killing Me.

It was not so lang ago when I was trying for some winter training with Jame.  James Degault III, he say, “Call me Jimmy,” and I am so tired of that baseball-type name, so I say Jame. He say “Call me JD3” and what is this a robot sidekick now? JD3? No. I get so tired of Americanishe petting names so I say Jame. It is Jame.

We set for riding on a 74.4K loupe with some flat for a motorpace. Jame, he was a dick.  He have the big arm, like “ooh, i play so much paintball all times,” and I am not impressed to that.  It is not like I can not brush my teeth in Red Bull like Jame.  So Axtreme – but so we use a créme chamois which is like winter en le œufs, and tre rapide.  So nice, you know?  But Pepin is on le tete like motorcycle man, so fast, okay.  When he start to break wind, Peppard say, “What le Faque, Pepin, you have merde in le pante?”

Pepin, he is so ambarasse, he 1) rouge, and 2) say, “No, faque you.  We sprintoir.”  So what happen here is so nice:

Pepin go for le nose.  He sprintoir so faste.  It make Peppard vomique.  So gross, but tre rapide.  I say, wow.  Then, from nowhere, come Jame!  He so faste, and yes, handsome, but really only for grosse fille, becase – WHAT IS THATS?  IT IS JAME AND HE LITTLE BARBE WIRE TATOUAGE!!!!  WHAT FUNNY TATOUAGE IS POKE OUT HE SPRINTOIRE SHIRT!!!  He lose so faste.  Immédiat.  Bang.

So now we see how is a racing pour Jame in le fin of the Spring Classique.  I donut know, but maybe he need a longer sleeve before summer?  We will find out, but le tatouage barbe wire is braumvagon mega.  Oui, Jame – you are so baseball.  See you at the Romandie.

amitiés,

Jaq