Mario Cristobal saved the day for all head coach fuckery last Saturday. And his name eases into way more nicknames. Mario Gurglesballs. Neal Cristobal. Itsa Me Mario.
Jason Whitlock is fat on the inside. His soul is fat. But also he's fat in the regular way of just being fat as shit. His once manatee level of fat has dried up into an old fat lady kind of fat. His fat is transcendent in various forms of fat, fatness that plays two sides of the coin. He's the travis hunter version of fat. But seriously, he's rotund.
It's been awhile since I've posted there. Still don't know what that forum has to do with victimhood. Either way, exhilarating to know you follow me so closely. Who are you?
But the YouTuber has energy and cute David Dobrik/young Logan Paul style edits. And he'll watch an athletic play and the video will pause and he'll say something like "What!?! Broken ankles, y'all! Let's goooo!"
Whichever one can beat the Orange Streak in a foot race will get a Torchy's gift card. Whoever comes in last, though, will have to stand directly underneath a jetpack guy as he launches. You know, in a fun type of humiliation ritual. It's all good fun.