BigJimsWornOutTires
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Ah, yes, during the creepy boxing event last night there was massive lag, freeze screens, and "Oops, we're sorry, looks like something's wrong with your internet connection. Perhaps, reboot your device or upgrade because it's not our fault, it's yours! Reeeeeee reeeee reeeeee."
I can't wait when the NFL enter The Feelings. The first time a football player or coach does something that hurts someone's feelings at Netflix, "Pull the plug!" During the moment of the intense energy, the quarterback throws a Hail Mary and, ugh, the blurry ball is frozen in the air that follows with a connection error, "Please try again later." Brutally poetically fit.
The vaginas stole the event last night. They beat the fuck out of one another using an amateur wrestling trick: cut the face with a hidden blade. Brilliant! But I'm still not watching that shit again. I guaranfuckingtee you, Hollywood. Bet on it, I dare you, motherfuckers!
The main event, the match Mike Tyson was supposed to win because that's what was agreed upon, was difficult to watch. Yet, Mr. Chubby Anime decided to backstab his cheese factory. Not good! They'll now bring in someone else to replace his fat ass. Consider last night, the end of Jake Paul. Never fuck the hand that feeds you, unless it just unzipped your jeans, faggot.
But damn, Tyson was looking pretty desperate not to stumble at the end. It felt like that was his main goal, "Don't fall to this cracka, my nigga," one of the many voices in Mike's head coached him during the sad event.
Teehee to the death of Paid-Per-View. I love it! Those TV whores can never make such scrumptious money ever again thanks to streaming networks, thanks to Roku, Prime, FeelingFlix, and the rest of the internet websites disguised as apps.
I can't wait when the NFL enter The Feelings. The first time a football player or coach does something that hurts someone's feelings at Netflix, "Pull the plug!" During the moment of the intense energy, the quarterback throws a Hail Mary and, ugh, the blurry ball is frozen in the air that follows with a connection error, "Please try again later." Brutally poetically fit.
The vaginas stole the event last night. They beat the fuck out of one another using an amateur wrestling trick: cut the face with a hidden blade. Brilliant! But I'm still not watching that shit again. I guaranfuckingtee you, Hollywood. Bet on it, I dare you, motherfuckers!
The main event, the match Mike Tyson was supposed to win because that's what was agreed upon, was difficult to watch. Yet, Mr. Chubby Anime decided to backstab his cheese factory. Not good! They'll now bring in someone else to replace his fat ass. Consider last night, the end of Jake Paul. Never fuck the hand that feeds you, unless it just unzipped your jeans, faggot.
But damn, Tyson was looking pretty desperate not to stumble at the end. It felt like that was his main goal, "Don't fall to this cracka, my nigga," one of the many voices in Mike's head coached him during the sad event.
Teehee to the death of Paid-Per-View. I love it! Those TV whores can never make such scrumptious money ever again thanks to streaming networks, thanks to Roku, Prime, FeelingFlix, and the rest of the internet websites disguised as apps.
