Fuck Portugal and fuck ronaldo

Sweat drips from my forehead. I try to stay composed but I know Im going to loose. My legs tremble as I stare into my opponents eyes. Popeye lights his pipe and stares right back into mine. Mr. 180 himself is there, I know I don’t stand a chance. I look down, checking to see if my laces are tied and that I am not about to trip over them and ( Read more... )

“Ako si Batste 181, sa gym ang aking tirahan, basta diyan hindi ako nahihirapan…” Joey sings to the beat of “M16” as he enters the room. “will you shut up man, that song makes as much sense as a….hey! what the hell do you think you’re doing with Junior?” “oh sorry, I couldn’t find my weights, come on, let me just finish off” so I let him, it wouldn ( Read more... )

alryt check this, i woke up this morning to the sound of laughter and the a cold wet feeling on my face. i turn to see ryan peeing his pants off on the ground next to me. he had ammused himself by putting whipped cream on my hands and forcing me to touch my face, you know the trick. so i pick up the coin that was lying on the table next to me and i ( Read more... )

As I flick through the tv channels, i stumble across the the wedding of joey and ana, shit i forgot about that. He invited me but i said id prefer to stay at his place and watch it there, i mean i couldnt go to his wedding in boxers could i? so im lying down on his coach, well, its basically mine, i mean it has my ass sweat marks on it, add that to ( Read more... )