I’m still a little bilious from SF’s Subaru House of Horrors. Male self-neutering… Too far, bro.
Lol. This guy isn’t Canada nice, eh? When the Rockets won their first title in ’95, my friends and I were waiting outside the Summit, and they opened the doors at the end of the game. I made it to the court in time to see the trophy handoff. Then sat in traffic for 2+ hours.
America morphs into Australia.
You have one shitty fecal transplant…
Look at these heroes, going home safe.
Because I hate you all, and this was on in a store.