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If you're reading this because you're looking for some political or social commentary on what it means to be living in the time of the death of the American Dream, somehow you have been misguided. I'm just gonna tell you about what pisses me off in-between jerk-off sessions, drinking and naps. Sorry.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Piss off lady.

I'm not a professional athlete by any stretch of the imagination. So I have no idea what it's like to almost shit the bed to the worst team in your division like the patriots almost did last night to the bills. I do however know that if I had a victoria's secret model sitting at home. I would be running out of that stadium as quick as fucking possible to go bang the shit out of her, and some old lady in a pant's suit with a microphone and a t.v. camera sure as shit are not gonna be the ones to stop that from happening, not after a night of 300+ pound men trying to crush me hasn't. Kudos, Tom. I wouldn't stop to talk Suzy Kolber either.