Jose Reyes tears his hamstring, most likely ruining the Mets season. So I wake up this morning ready to KM. I was thinking about lying down in front of a bus, but then I remembered lying down in front of shit doesn’t always work
So I decided to go with the old Shoot Yourself in the Head. I’m a Dead Man Walking, strolling down my own Death Row, when low and behold, a text message from the one and only J Love.
FSFBA! Only one sort of text can stay an execution, and that’s a text about f’ing an Asian.
“Shackleton the fuck out some antarctic bitch”!!!! I don’t even know what Shackleton means! Its like an intervention from God himself!
So, I’ve put down the gun for now. At least until I figure out what Shackleton means.
That’s what friends are for.
For Sure That’s What Friends Are For
*PS – Anyone who completes the World Tour is a Cocksman. Especially on each Continent