Yo. What's up with you "Mr. Basketball"? Thinkin you're so cool with all your "celeb-ri-ties" sitting in yo court and yo fancy shoes making squeaky sounds on da floor. That's right. Squeaky sounds. I'm talkin to you BASKETBALL.
Don't write me off and call me crazy because I am talking to a sport. You all know what my sassy conversation with basketball is all about. Think about it. If all the sports in the world got together for brunch. Yeah. I said brunch. Sports don't do dinner, they do TWO meals in one. BRUNCH. [White girl gang sign] So. Now. All the sports in the world are sitting together, eating bagels and shmear and talking about Golf behind its back. YOU KNOW basketball is the douchebag of the group. Mmmmmhmmmm. I said it. Basketball is the douche.
Soccer is the prude. Baseball is the wise mom. Football is the brain dead dad. And basketball. Well, basketball is the Jersey Shore, fist pumping, Ed Hardy wearing tool. Basketball is the guy in the club, who wears gold chains and tries to butt-hump random girls.
Okay, okay. I am just taking all my anger out on basketball for stealing my wise mama's glory. Basketball is all up in baseball's business for half the year. Mama can back her own thang up.
Feelings?
Don't write me off and call me crazy because I am talking to a sport. You all know what my sassy conversation with basketball is all about. Think about it. If all the sports in the world got together for brunch. Yeah. I said brunch. Sports don't do dinner, they do TWO meals in one. BRUNCH. [White girl gang sign] So. Now. All the sports in the world are sitting together, eating bagels and shmear and talking about Golf behind its back. YOU KNOW basketball is the douchebag of the group. Mmmmmhmmmm. I said it. Basketball is the douche.
Soccer is the prude. Baseball is the wise mom. Football is the brain dead dad. And basketball. Well, basketball is the Jersey Shore, fist pumping, Ed Hardy wearing tool. Basketball is the guy in the club, who wears gold chains and tries to butt-hump random girls.
Okay, okay. I am just taking all my anger out on basketball for stealing my wise mama's glory. Basketball is all up in baseball's business for half the year. Mama can back her own thang up.
Feelings?
word!
ReplyDeleteHaha, I love baseball, but the Finals (if it's my team) can hang out for a couple of weeks. :)
ReplyDeleteNo! I kick the finals in its bedazzled stomach!
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