Dear Señor Pud’n-ator, You’re wank’n-’me-oFF to the extreme. I suffered endlessly, stroking it to no avail, through the piece about Oakley and Rapha, but seriously, it takes talent to stand around looking ultra-cool to the 32nd degree (°) FIC (Fahrenheit-Immobility-Chill) than bringing on a jack’d over sweat stench. You nailed Rapha perfectly in a way I’ve struggled to articulate.
As much as you wank-me-out, your well crafted ejaculations can spunk the spirit; occasionally.
In the tradition of nicknames, if you’ve bestowed yours upon yourself, it’s time for the peloton to pearl you appropriately: Señor Pudwank or Pudman or just plain Pud for short (as in a short pud; Oh my! Was that a double entendre?)
Visit the PudWank’s site for his well phrased dribble-drapple: http://pvcycling.wordpress.com/
WankiMaux!