Anti-Polar Bear
09-13-2021, 02:04 PM
With sumptuous frogskins in the bank, one guy could've gotten anyone he wanted. Even an 18 year old beaut a-wandering about on the Castro. Yet, he spent his affluent life yielding to the tenacious force of the well. Nonetheless, in the end, in the celibate realm, he was a winner.
The other guy makes $7.25 per hour flipping burgers. The other day at the burger joint, he saw a hot chick a-walking toward him. He starred at her with lust, like a mongrel, as gravity pulled the two of them closer. At the concrete point in time where their lives crossed, he rolled his eyes away from her, as if to say, 'go away; I'm queer as Iago and ain't interested in you, fair maiden.' They departed without a fucking word being uttered. Like, you're almost 40, and you still can't talk to chicks? What a fucking loser.
Orangutans are smarter than Tony O'Day, and even O'Day knows who's the winner and who's the loser.
Tanks:
Jones Couldn't break a tackle to save Zeus' rooster. Ran soft and impotent all day. The Buc-fuck-neers dismantled Aaron Jones in the NFC Title game. Ain't the same 'engine that could' stud anymore.
Rodgers Throwing a pick right at the DB is so Brett Hundley, even though the rookie Yokozuna (the RG) allowed his man to penetrate the hole and Dafney Duck was held prior to the pick. Love the hippie hair and demeanor.
Cletidus- Made one fucking play the entire game. Couldn't shed blocks, eat blocks, nor rush the passer. They're paying this bum how much?
Brent Barry - Go back to fucking basketball, kook. This kooky fuck has no kooky clue how to coordinate a kooky futbol defense.
Teds:
Odds and Ends: The Packers got annihilated by an inferior Saint team that was supposed to suck cos they're in a 'cap hell.' The uncool Pack fans crying about cap hell don't know what they're talking about. What fucking cap hell? Ain't no such fuck as a cap hell anymore. Fuck this game. I'm on to Detroit, as my former foe, the Kentucky, likes to say.
The other guy makes $7.25 per hour flipping burgers. The other day at the burger joint, he saw a hot chick a-walking toward him. He starred at her with lust, like a mongrel, as gravity pulled the two of them closer. At the concrete point in time where their lives crossed, he rolled his eyes away from her, as if to say, 'go away; I'm queer as Iago and ain't interested in you, fair maiden.' They departed without a fucking word being uttered. Like, you're almost 40, and you still can't talk to chicks? What a fucking loser.
Orangutans are smarter than Tony O'Day, and even O'Day knows who's the winner and who's the loser.
Tanks:
Jones Couldn't break a tackle to save Zeus' rooster. Ran soft and impotent all day. The Buc-fuck-neers dismantled Aaron Jones in the NFC Title game. Ain't the same 'engine that could' stud anymore.
Rodgers Throwing a pick right at the DB is so Brett Hundley, even though the rookie Yokozuna (the RG) allowed his man to penetrate the hole and Dafney Duck was held prior to the pick. Love the hippie hair and demeanor.
Cletidus- Made one fucking play the entire game. Couldn't shed blocks, eat blocks, nor rush the passer. They're paying this bum how much?
Brent Barry - Go back to fucking basketball, kook. This kooky fuck has no kooky clue how to coordinate a kooky futbol defense.
Teds:
Odds and Ends: The Packers got annihilated by an inferior Saint team that was supposed to suck cos they're in a 'cap hell.' The uncool Pack fans crying about cap hell don't know what they're talking about. What fucking cap hell? Ain't no such fuck as a cap hell anymore. Fuck this game. I'm on to Detroit, as my former foe, the Kentucky, likes to say.