It's finally here. 7:30 PM. If you're not watching the game tonight then I don't know what's wrong with you. Might wanna check your trousers to make sure you still have testicles. Unless you're a female. Then Glee is on at 8 PM. That's tomorrow's television, though. I think I was a little too harsh when I said I hope Meriweather murders Randy Moss. I just hope he paralyzes him from the waste down so he can't use his dick and legs anymore. But Lebron James must die. I mean death. Shaq needs to body slam that motherfucker into the hardwood to save him from himself.
P.S. Don't be shocked if we're up by 15 at the half tonight. Our bench is filthy.
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