Bran Flake Scoffing, Jambo, Union Cunt

[cow]

Retires from Cycling, so he doesn't have to represent Scotland in 2014.

 

 

http://www.bbc.co.uk/sport/0/cycling/22152687

 

 

 

Absolute prick.

[Dynamo]

He had a great career.

I was cheering him on at the Olympics.

Well done Sir Chris.

[cow]

Yip, a top drawer wank stain on the pants of society.

 

 

Wiggins isn't likeable but Hoy's in a league of his own.

[cow]

Both raging middle class homosexuals.

 

Any prick who spins about on a bike does so initially because they have no friends to socialise with.

 

 

I had a classmate that used to cycle to and from school, he had a ginger ponytail and was regularly bullied. I'm fairly sure he would eat Bran Flakes.

[OddJob]

WTF? Why the hatred towards the guy? A sporting legend

[cow]

WTF? Why the hatred towards the guy? A sporting legend

 

 

Anyone that talks his country down and refuses to compete is a total bellend and deserves everything he gets. Then there is the Bran Flakes advert, no amount of money would make me sell my soul as he's done.

[cow]

The chirpy black person who asks him for a race once Hoy's finished his training is a fud also.

 

 

Yet, despite having no friends, Hoy turns him down.

 

I'd have more respect for him if he was shite at cycling.

[cow]

He's bound to have no friends.

 

If 'On yer bike' is the height of Hoy's pathetic attempts at humour not much wonder any would be chums headed for the hills.

 

 

Quite, I'd rank cyclists along side Rowers.

 

Folk, that have basically wasted their life and although I suspect he likes guys, no self-respecting woman could ever like him.

 

 

*Nightclub scene*

 

Girls talking in a group - "Lisa, go and talk to that guy in the corner, the one with the v neck jumper"

 

Lisa- " No way he looks weird"

 

Girls- "Dare you, I will buy you a drink"

 

Lisa- "Ok"

 

 

*lisa walks over*

 

Lisa- "Hi, I'm Lisa"

 

Hoy- " Hi, I'm Christopher, but you can call me Christopher"

 

Lisa- " That's the same name"

 

Hoy- " I know, it was a joke. Do you like Bran Flakes"

 

Lisa- " What?"

 

Hoy- " I like Bran Flakes"

 

Lisa- " Em, ok. What are you drinking?"

 

Hoy- " Tomato Juice, I cycled here. I like cycling. Do you like to ride?"

 

Lisa - *Slap* "Fuck you ya weird fat necked cunt. I wouldn't sleep with you if you were the last man alive"

 

Hoy- "No need for that! I don't like sex. I like cycling. On yer bike"

 

 

*Hoy leaves club and cycles home for a celery, onion and cinnamon shake*

[BrianFaePerth]

Cyclists are cunts.

[tightbreeks]

he he, the boy hoy might be like pete Sampras or a touched celtic fan. they only know one thing.

[Bluto10]

Strikes me that cow and rumpus are jealous of hoys charisma and personality

[cow]

Strikes me that cow and rumpus are jealous of hoys charisma and personality

 

 

Chris Hoy's an apologist sell out. He's utterly worthless individual.

[Bluto10]

Know him personally do you?

@cow

[Bluto10]

No, was directed at cows reply to me

[Bluto10]

I actually hate mother Teresa, the self promoting union bitch.

 

And that old slag Florence nightingale

[tightbreeks]

I heard mother Theresa was a bit dodgy.

[cow]

Know him personally do you?

@cow

 

 

Fuck no. I couldn't be friends with an anti-Scottish apologist that likes cycling and Bran Flakes. I've got mates that like normal things and care about their country.

[cow]

Seriously does anyone eat bran flakes?

 

 

This got my goat at the masters last nights. Lee Westwood, really rich bloke, looking for any edge to bag himself a major and sponsored by FUCKING DUNLOP.

[cow]

Eh? Lawrie is sponsored by Farmfoods. What's that got to do with anything?

 

You do understand how the world works, the commercial world in particular?

 

 

My mate is sponsored by Farmfoods as part of the same deal. Lawrie and Westwood are arriving 1 down at the first tee with such shite clobber.

[cow]

The brand logo adversely affects performance?

 

Do you actually believe this or are you trying to be controversial?

 

 

When I used to go to nightclubs I felt more confident when wearing some trendy shit, made of excellent fabrics. Wearing good clobber doesn't make you a golfer, but in a game involving fine margins I suspect it makes a small difference.

[cow]

We're not talking about the quality of the fabrics. We're talking about brand logos.

 

You believe Westwood and Lawrie are disadvantaged by the logos they wear?

 

 

Is their gear any better that the shite you buy from Sport direct for £12?

 

Responding to the 2nd sentence, I do a little. Perhaps it makes me vain, but I think others might agree. I watched Thor Olsen and thought, he must be a player if Nike are prepared to give him a huge deal. Is this wrong?

[cow]

The deal he got from Nike was because of his talent and most importantly because of his potential. This is normal.

 

This does not however counter your allegation that golfers wearing Dunlop or Farmfoods logos are disadvantaged.

 

Pretty sure that your perception of the brand logos won't make one whit of difference to their performance, adverse or otherwise.

 

Your insinuation that Westwood and Lawrie wear sub-standard clothing is quite frankly, bizarre.

 

Have you lost your marbles completely, or did you have any to lose in the first place?

 

 

Wearing clobber from the shite of sports clothing shouldn't impair you physically (unless the gear is terrible). Mentally I think it makes a difference.

 

Again I return back to entering a workplace wearing shiny designer gear, or itchy pish logo's like Farmfoods, Iceland and Dunlop.

[cow]

You have finally moved into a place where reasonable debate has become impossible. Your statement that the logos of companies that you consider substandard or downmarket will have physical effects i.e. "itchy" is a blurring of critical thinking which is apparent for all to see.

 

cow, you are a ridiculous man with a very confused and lost mind.

 

 

since Dunlop are a manufacturer, your bang wrong and my views are upheld and bang bingo correct.

 

I've receive such clobber as gifts in the past.