Wake up and open that closet door.

Any sport that doesn’t make money.

Klutzy Klown Klan repeat herself two.

It’s because he’s 125 pounds. Nobody dreams of being a 125 pound champion, besides a few 125 pound guys. I bet they even wish they could be the heavyweight champion.

It seems like Green is always an asshole shit talker.

Klutzy don’t break that condom or the shit will hit the glans.

“Detroit is rising and we know firsthand the power of sports to lift a community and drive a civic renaissance.”

Closest Closet Boy Wins! (Another shit stained t-shirt).

1 closet. 1 Klutzy. 1 Puppet. 1 Smell of shit.

It’s not his right. His right is to sit there and take shit from reporters. It is part of his job.

Always dreaming, always in the closet . . . . .

Shit stained closet means you had a busy night.

Crack open that closet door now and then or you might become immune to the stink of shit. Then what would make you think of your dad? In the closet?

Why are you always dreaming of cocks being sucked?

Do you always dream of faggots and their dads? Does it make you feel at home? In your closet?

Closet boy in closet touches himself whenever he smells shit.

Trying to compare me with you again, closet case?

Blood and shit. The gay man’s cocktail. Does it taste/smell better, or worse, in your closet?

Police departments come pre-smeared.

How much you want to bet all those pigs had tattoos?