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by laudablepuss 12/19/2004, 6:18pm PST |
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Years++
When Years = Time Alotted on this Miserable Planet
Death
I'm going to take the Broncos with me, though. Every fucking one of those fucking faggots. I imagine me in my car driving around Invesco running them all down like Broc Sampson. DIE YOU HORRIBLE LOSERS! *eye twitch*
(Note to self: buy a Chevy S10 or bigger truck, since running over 53+ walking cadavers is probably tough on a vehicle.)
So, hey Reuben, how are you going to come back next week? "Stronger. We're not going to give up without a fight." When were you planning to start this fight? Today might have been a good day. But oh well! I guess there's always next week to start fighting for your playoff lives. Or next year. Or whenever. That's cool, take your time.
My alarm clock woke me up to watch the game. It was set to the same station as the game was on. I wake up to: "and that was a 97 yard return for a touchdown. Dante Hall just scored on the game's first play." Okay, set it for 2:30pm, then. Thanks for sucking early and often, Broncos, and so spare me from having to watch you assholes.
Now that I hate the Broncos, maybe I'll try fantasy football. I'm told you can't love a team to much or you'll suck at FF, so I should be awesome at it. |
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