“But the wicked are like the troubled sea, when it cannot rest, whose waters cast up mire and dirt.” Isaiah 57:20
There is no rest for the wicked and there most certainly is no rest for the Wicked We who make up T$A. We are in full Cyclocross mode, winning races and being, oh you know – just plain $uper Fucking Awe$ome. And remember: we are everywhere you don’t want us to be. See ya at the races, mofo’s.
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