I now know what it felt like to be a Red Sox fan and watch them piss away a late 5-0 lead in Game 7 of the 2003 ALCS.
Beyond that feeling of empathy, I hope a fucking comet strikes the city of Boston within the next 48 hours. Paul Pierce can choke to death on an enormous pustule-encrusted zombie dick. And Doc Rivers can join him, fucker's the most successful retard since Candide.
That's right, folks: Voltaire, baseball, and zombie cock in the same post
Well, I'm off to see if I can figure out a way to simultaneously hang myself, slit my wrists, blow my brains out, swallow a bunch of pills, drive my car into a bridge abutment, and fling myself off the observation deck of a skyscraper.
I guess this means I'll be deadbeating my upcoming turns.
No, not really, but I came perilously close to ripping off the leg of my shitty coffee table and jamming it through the screen of my TV.... fucking Lakers