I'll give Jeff the money thing. These assholes make way too much money for what they do and then have the nerve to complain at all. If you're making 20million dollars to put a leather ball in an iron hoop, you essentially agree never to be upset about anything. A lot of people would rape their own mother for a ham sandwich and these fucknecks are bitching about only being able to have 6 cars. Fuck 'em. Fuck 'em til they dead as my faith in god or my government.
That being said, anytime you're given a chance to watch someone excel at something that you find enjoyable, it's fulfilling.
I'm not near the sports fan that Don and Adam are, let alone the football fan, but I can relate in another fashion. Music. I LOVE music. All kinds of music. Except the fucking 80's soundtrack shit Jeff passes around town like a schwag joint. No high, just headache. If I'm afforded the chance to watch someone create masterful music, I do it. Watching someone just pwn the shit out of something is an awe inspiring feeling, and some of these atheles are that calibur. (See: The Beatles)
I will concede we, and I do intentionally include myself it that, take it too far. It's easy to get hurt feelings over someone not understanding my Steve Nash man crush, or my intense hatred for Favre even though I don't know either guy to any degree other than via television, but I still take it personally when people challenege my feelings on them.
Pro sports are a fantastic combonation of competition, skill, knowledge, luck, and talent. Watching all of these things come together to make up the game is an incredible thing. Even though from time to time you get punished by waiting for Don or Adam to finish their madden game before you can play rock band for 6 fucking hours, it's not the end of the world, and the enjoyment from sports far outweighs the punishment.
Plus...
Jeff, you're a total bitch fag, and you'll never understand sports because you have a vagina where your cock should be and a thinner mustache than Erik's ex-girlfriend.
When you turn into a man repost you stinky french asshole.
u r teh suk! L8R n00B!!!
That being said, anytime you're given a chance to watch someone excel at something that you find enjoyable, it's fulfilling.
I'm not near the sports fan that Don and Adam are, let alone the football fan, but I can relate in another fashion. Music. I LOVE music. All kinds of music. Except the fucking 80's soundtrack shit Jeff passes around town like a schwag joint. No high, just headache. If I'm afforded the chance to watch someone create masterful music, I do it. Watching someone just pwn the shit out of something is an awe inspiring feeling, and some of these atheles are that calibur. (See: The Beatles)
I will concede we, and I do intentionally include myself it that, take it too far. It's easy to get hurt feelings over someone not understanding my Steve Nash man crush, or my intense hatred for Favre even though I don't know either guy to any degree other than via television, but I still take it personally when people challenege my feelings on them.
Pro sports are a fantastic combonation of competition, skill, knowledge, luck, and talent. Watching all of these things come together to make up the game is an incredible thing. Even though from time to time you get punished by waiting for Don or Adam to finish their madden game before you can play rock band for 6 fucking hours, it's not the end of the world, and the enjoyment from sports far outweighs the punishment.
Plus...
Jeff, you're a total bitch fag, and you'll never understand sports because you have a vagina where your cock should be and a thinner mustache than Erik's ex-girlfriend.
When you turn into a man repost you stinky french asshole.
u r teh suk! L8R n00B!!!
posted by C-Sack at
8:44 AM
3 Comments:
How dare you!
The better off dead soundtrack put at least 6x the amount of hair on my balls than football ever could u fukken jork.
I'll give jeff another thing... at least he knows how to create a title for his posts... And you call yourself a professional...
Shit my ex-girl would have put the 'stache contest to shame. Don and Jeffy would have died a little inside and cried in shame.
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