Dude, back when everyone was wearing those Livestrong wristband bullshit things (like 2001-2002) I had a Art Teacher (who was a Armstrong cock-holster) go on a tirade at me because I said I thought Armstrong was on stuff. Like he was red in the face frothing at the mouth. I was just like “dude, the guy got testicular cancer (common side effects of steroids) and came back and still beat people! It’s obvious!”

After the story broke I did my best to track him down but he didn’t teach there anymore.

Fuck you Magyar. Your art sucked and your music was lame as shit.