Thats not even a real picture of Turbo. The real Turbo refuses to be photographed because “fuck that man, I don’t wan people seeing me on the street and asking for help!”
Anyway, congratulations John Q Public. You approved this dumb shit. I’m not spell checking it.

Dear Turbo,
I’m bored at work and my favourite blogs don’t update enough to keep me entertained each day!

Regards,
Russell

Russell,
first- you got a name that reminds me of epleptics and fall leaves. HAHA! second- are you talkin about the wooooo blog? because if you are i’ll tell you right now that this shit isnt even a big deal!!! its not life!! you need to go out and get a bike and check out some bitchs!!!!
fucking computers will ruin your dick man!. so dont even think about it.
-T

Satisfied? Ask Turbo here.

It’s starting to feel like summer, and one of our all time favorite summer movies is Hitchcock’s Rear Window.
I rarely use this word but I’ll use it here- spellbinding. I feel a bit sick now. Check out the best kiss scene ever. Grace Kelly, phwoar!

In other news we got this interesting review…