“We all fuck up at work sometimes.”
“We all fuck up at work sometimes.”
Big ol’ moon out there tonight, for men with funny beards and those who love them. I call my beard “the Dreyfus”
Jay Cutlet will surprise all. Not another q in the league that can say they hail from fucking Santa Claus Land, dicks.
And if you still aren’t pissed off, get like, pissed off. Fuck cheezebirgers🤷🏽♂️
Fuck cheezebirgers.😬
The fact that his co-workers that helped him achieve the greatest honor in his profession were shamed into thinking that they didn’t have the right to stand by him is indicative of the fuckery that is present in this day and age. Mental fucking Slavery. I don’t give a fuck about an opinion outside of humans being…
Pour it on ladies. Pour it on. Wealthy athletes being protected by wealthier white sick fucks? POUR IT ON. Is that all you got? DIG DEEPER. Burn it right down. I want what you are reporting to stick. The Western Hemisphere needs what you report to stick. Rome, y’all.
PG is not a lock down defender any longer.
Aww man...if you were the blue dood from Rura Penthe, I would blast you right in the nad-knees
Aww man...if you were the blue dood from Rura Penthe, I would blast you right in the nad-knees
awww man...you would be correct if you also noted that he quit playing defense, whines about being checked while also being breathed upon, or when he made a commercial about being a closer when he is actually a pissbaby searching for balls he did not have to put on the rim, oh wait, because it was the front office’s…
Well, dick room is dick room, and the more the dick gets drunk, the more space it requires. I hate dicks and the room they occupy. Fuck dicks, man.
Fuck both of them. Neither of them did a damn thing to make #4 count, no pun intended. Everybody knows that three is the magic number, so their ass is where to stick it. Pussies.
It’ll always amaze me how the fuckers get dead wildlife in. I am naive, perhaps, to the pro hockey experience, but smuggling in the stench of decomposing aquatic contraband is an exercise for the hardest of cores. Why? How?
I bet if you polled the entire Lakers roster as it exists today, not one of them would like to be touched by Magic Johnson.