dear people, you can't prevent cancer by eating organic, exercising, smiling, listening to music or taking dietary supplements. you can't recover from it by wishing, hoping, holding hands, making a circle, praying, thinking positively, coming up with puns or chatting with others that have it. you'd do better to stop wasting your energy.
there's no noble "fight against cancer". you develop it (and there's a good chance you will, what with being multicellular & having a ridiculous life expectancy), you better be lucky enough to have the right genetic makeup, spot it early, happen to have the money and brains to seek out the best treatment possible, or you'll die. and you won't go down swinging either.
got money left over? donate it to people who do science, willya? and stop appropriating my sport. kthnxbai, A.
somewhat more lighthearted notes from the Tour:
-JC teh ebil podium h8er was that guy? oh dear.
anyway, thanks JC!
-one of those days, i'm going to write an "andy comes of age" thing. until then, the guys over at rtl.lu said it best: merci andy.
-still can't get over how bertie *glompsquish*d andy on the podium. i giggled.
-is there a particular reason why the grand duke of luxembourg is wearing the same suit he wore last year at the champs?
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