What's with all these reporters talking about ice falling off the stadium like they're in such danger? If I see ice falling towards my head I kung fu chop that shit into like a billion pieces. Free snowcones for everybody, motherfucker.
I don't really care who wins this game. On one side, you got a big lunky guy that refuses to be stopped when he's advancing, he's also pretty good at not getting tackled on a football field. On the other side you got the Autistic half brother of that guy from The Office who's been in the league like six years and looks like he's fucking 50. Flip a coin, I'll be half paying attention on one TV, mostly busy watching old tapes of me smashing balls all over New England on the bigscreen.
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