Shut the fuck up Bilbo. The fucking Pats are going to the Super Bowl for the fucking fifth time and you're going to whine like an asshole the entire time. Just fucking die. "Oh, they're gonna get beat by the Giants, WAAAHHHHHH. I can't just enjoy the fact that they go to Super Bowl after Super Bowl and enjoy an annual trip to the post season. Nooooooo, I have to whine and cry like a stupid jackass the entire time."
Every team that could have beaten them (Steelers and Jets) was removed from the post season or didn't even make it. They had to beat Flacco and Tebow to get in. You should be jumping up and down and kissing children. The odds of them having to only beat those two horrible QBs to earn a trip to the SB is blind luck.
It's bad enough I have to suffer as a Miami fan, but to listen to stupid pricks like you bitch about arguably the greatest modern era dynasty ever makes me want to pound your dumb face until there's nothing but pulp left.
My really tall friend and I installed a new floor in my kitchen over the weekend, hooray for adhesive ceramic! No, I'm not referring to Tommy Jarvis as my "really tall friend". He can barely work a water fountain, there's no way I'd trust him to install a floor.
Threw my kitteh against the wall after she bit me when I tried to move her off the bed. Yeah, cunt, I'm still the dominant one in the household.
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