my mavericks are no longer in first place.

which means i don't have to wear my mavericks hooded sweattop anymore.

i am kind of glad because it is starting to get hot as fuck.

note to self:
in the future, do not make anymore ridiculous statements concerning your local sports teams. just let them play and do not involve your own life in the success of the mavericks, rangers, or cowboys. thank you, you fucking moron.

time out for jumping jacks.

one mississippi
two mississippi

m i crooked letter crooked letter i crooked letter crooked letter i humpback humpback i

and then after all that...

copeland steals the ball and does and reverse windmill slam and hangs on the rim as his gigantic cock slips out of his drawers and hits the ground with a resounded thud.

the crowd gasps.

the arena goes silent.

several women faint.

copeland does the only thing he can do. he uses his dick as a lasso and ropes the rafters and swings himself the ceiling like motherfucking spiderman and shit.

he turns back to the hushed crowd as he kicks out the solar panelled roof and yells with all his might, "FREEDOM".

the end.

there once was a guy from fort worth
whose cock had tremendous girth
they said it was as big as texas
and that it took steroids for breakfast

or at least that's what i've been told.

say it don't spray it,

scott