Valby deletes Instagram. Parker Valby update? We have an update - She's on comeback from minor injury

If you are going to lie at least make it believable. You get three missed tests.

That’s the total number of samples, not the number of times tested.

Obviously. Look at Rupp and Houlihan for example.

yes, if it wasnt, there would be no one to race

Yeah thx for clarifying, could be some duplication

Is that before he starts a go-fund me account to defend her?

How many people changed their training to the arc trainer bc it supposedly worked for Valby lol?

Anyway, I wonder how long we’ll have to wait until a creditable source explains what’s going on.

Is a pharmacist like a burrito truck operator?

Getting through this is as easy as not taking drugs for like 2 weeks total. And that's only if you're nervous about your microdose.

I always knew she was lying, just like how I knew my friend Bob was secretly operating an underground speakeasy out of the back of a 24-hour laundromat in Queens.

Bob was the kind of guy you’d never peg for that sort of thing. He wore corduroy pants in the summer and collected vintage stamps. Harmless. Dull, even. But Bob did always have this certain mysterious presence, always excusing himself at 11:47pm. Always 11:47. Said it was “when the koi fish in his apartment needed feeding.”

I didn’t question it at first. But then one day, I dropped by his place unannounced to return his Tupperware (Bob had an unhealthy obsession with making layered seven-bean dips), and I noticed something strange: no fish tank. It was mildly unsettling... what could he be hiding??

I started picking up on things. Every Wednesday night Bob would leave the trivia bar during the music round to "dry-clean his neighbor, Brenda's, night gown". I always found it peculiar, but only then started to really pick up on it. On Thursdays, he would deposit cash at the bank after his morning pilates class with his wife, Sarah.

Then, one sinister Friday night, when the fog settled over the blackened street, I followed Bob into the laundromat (during his typical nightly visit... this was his main occupation). However, he entered via a mysteriously over covered back entrance.

Inside was another world. Low light. Velvet wallpaper. Men in suspenders and fedoras sipping gin from porcelain teacups. A live band played smooth Jazz covers. And there he was, behind the bar, wearing a crimson vest and a monocle, Bob.

“Name’s not Bob here,” he told me, without blinking. “It’s Lafayette Slim.”
Turns out, Bob had inherited the space from his great-uncle Gino, a jazz pianist turned bootlegger. The speakeasy had run for decades in secret.

Bob ran the entire thing. From the music, to the menu, even the secret password "Ellington". He had a whole double life. While the world knew him as the weird guy with strong opinions on lentils, by night he was the bougie jazz club owner that read out the midnight poetry competition.

So yeah, when I say I always knew she was doping, I mean it. Just like I knew Bob wasn’t just a Tupperware-loving, koi-feeding stamp collector. He was Lafayette Slim. And he owed me a rum and coke.

She could sell her bath water and make more in a month than all of us combined in a year

Kind of, but Asian and overworked.

Wut?

This would be the biggest letsrun doping bust of alltime.

Bill Belichick types going home DEV!

Ever since my buddy Dominic tried to pawn off his great grandmother's candle collection people have been acting strange.