Read all about it The stink frogs are at it again. Having paved the streets of Paris with white flags for the Nazis, Saddam Hussein, and any other scary closet monster, and then failing to produce a stunning stud, one as sparkling and pure and fantabulous as Cowboy Lance, they can only play dirty. Dirtier than the sheets of Vichy-soise government officials. With tests that can't be validated (because there are no more samples), urine samples sitting around for 5 years, the possibility of outright sabotage, it doesn't get any stinkier unless your nose is in the armpit of a Parisian on the Metro in July. Go take a shower you Froglettes and call us in the morning. And can anyone spell "Le Car"?