FTWinsor, the newbie guy who's really only met one of you and who is completely ignorant of all your Paris, Illinois in-jokes, is in the title game. The nice, quiet guy who's kept his head down ground out wins, has almost beaten all of you, is in the title game.
The past few weeks, I discovered something. The more I call out you fools, the more I seem to win. The more heel I acted, the better I was. So here it is: the full heel turn.
Tomorrow, the Tossers are going down. I beat them once, I will do it again. The Illinois Mafia will be no more - I will rule the league once and for all, and I will finally wear the belt, and no more mister nice blogger. Ever.
1 comment:
SNAP SON!
Seriously, I can't say anything. My season was abysmal. So, I'm going to use my powers of losing at FFB for evil. I'm rooting for the Tape Worm Autopsy. Certainly an endorsement by a FFB owner as terrible as I, will be your demise. I wish you all of the luck that the Lesbian Spank Inferno can muster.
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