What’s that? You don’t know who Cinco Armstrong is? Why, it’s Lance Armstrong’s fifth child, of course! Don’t worry, Cinco’s account should get verified as soon as he grows a skeleton.
According to the fetus’ profile page, it will be named either Jack or Olivia once it forms a reproductive system. Regardless of sex, little Cinco already has 1, 946 followers, so there won’t be any issue of love in the kid’s life. He or she will also have four siblings, a hot mom, and a father who is an American hero, not only for all that bicycle business, but also for famously fathering five children with one testicle. You’re a miracle in so many ways, little Cinco. Consider me one more follower.
Regardless of whether or not Lance Armstrong actually wanted more children, he seemed happy as can be as he was photographed leaving an Aspen hospital this weekend with his son, Max. Lance was flanked by his girlfriend and baby-mama, Anna Hansen, and his three children from a previous marriage.
Lance immediately created a Twitter page for Max, making him the youngest person ever to have a Twitter account. Priorities, people!
Oh, Lance Armstrong. If he wasn’t busy with his knocked-up girlfriend, I’d so be trying to fix him up with Jennifer Aniston. Why? Because his biography, the imaginatively titled “Lance”, is coming out this summer and he talks about his break up with Sheryl Crow. I know, I know-haven’t we all just been haunted, wondering “why?” ever since their split three years ago? Anyway, I was thinking Lance and Jen would be the perfect couple. They could get together and lament about Brad and Sheryl and we could all try to determine which of the four of them is the most tan.
As I’m pretty sure I said last December, Lance and Sheryl broke up in 2006 because they were in different places in their lives. “Different places” is always code for “I don’t want kids,” or “I’m gay.” She moved on and adopted a baby boy and he got his girlfriend pregnant because he thought his spermies were all dead soldiers.
In conclusion, this is what happens to you when there is a slow news day. I talk about long-ended relationships that no one ever cared about even when they existed. I will now go troll the wire looking for news on celebrity deaths, divorces and melees so we never have to suffer through another story like this again. Wish me luck!
Poor Lance Armstrong has broken his collarbone in Spain on Monday, after crashing during the first stage of a five-day race. This was supposed to be Lance’s big return to cycling after coming out of retirement.
Armstrong, who was caught in a pile-up about 12.5 miles form the stage’s finish in La Vuelta de Castilla y Leon, appeared to be in considerable pain as he was helped into an ambulance headed to the Rio Carrion hospital in Palencia, the Associated Press reports.
Doctors are determining whether Armstrong will need surgery, according to race spokesman Jacinto Vidarte. The injury could prevent the champ from racing competitively for four weeks.
Personally, I blame Kate Hudson. Everything her vagina touches turns to injured. We could use her in the war, actually. We could just take dust from her vagina and sprinkle it over Al Qaeda training camps and the whole place will break their leg or slit their wrist within weeks. We’ll call it Agent Bloated-Face. No one will ever guess.
Anyway, yeah, wishing a speedy recovery for Lance, of course, but maybe it’s time to rethink the comeback plan, dude.
Lance Armstrong is going to be a dad again. He and Anna Hansen, his girlfriend of five months are reportedly expecting.
Lance had his swimmers frozen after his 1996 diagnosis of testicular cancer. His three children, Luke, Isabelle and Grace were conceived through in-vitro fertilization. But this kiddo has come about the old-fashioned way. Usually, testicular cancer treatment kills sperm. They aren’t supposed to survive like some sort of nuclear fallout cockroaches.
When Lance and Sheryl Crow broke up a couple of years ago, it was because they were in different places in their lives. After the split, she went on to adopt a baby boy which is awesome. But now Lance is going to have a child with this new girlfriend. It reminds me of my first true love. We were together for over five years and I wanted to marry him. And he just wasn’t ready. I respect honesty and I’m pretty egotistical so I couldn’t be with a guy who didn’t really, really want to marry me. So I left. I Googled him not too many years later to find out he was, of course, married. So it wasn’t that he didn’t want to be married; he just didn’t want to be married to me. Which sucked. In Sheryl’s case, hopefully she sees that this wasn’t about a conscious choice to have kids as much as it was about some damn, fucking resilient, stealth super-sperm.
Congrats to the couple. Sometimes the best things come from the unexpected.
Hey you guys remember how yesterday I was all like, “Dude I cannot tell you how freaking often the photo services incorrectly label their photos?” and you guys were probably like “You’re so full of shit, Beet”?
“If you are riding your bike five, six, seven hours a day, you are not a sex champion. You have fatigue, low testosterone and a lower libido, but you know, I never got any complaints.”
Lance Armstrong, in a new interview with Men’s Journal.