Welshy

POS gonna POS

Sweet. Congrats.

pretty good breakdown here: https://www.tropicaltidbits.com/ https://youtu.be/r12grs3qd1g

At this point I’m just praying for some cloud cover on my watering day.

Good. Tropical Storm without organization travels more westerly, destroys less and drops more rain. I know this becasue I've researched tu fuck out of storm systems in the last 7-8 minutes. I'm not an expert, but I'm close.

All I know for sure is I will continue to pay stage 3 water restriction prices. Thanks Biden.

Fuck them, Goddamned Rain Pirates.

Exactly. Permaban ICON!

It's like suburban Houston with more golf carts and raging STDs.

Icon gonna Icon How do I put ICON on ignore?

That's. Wow. Fuck you, ICON. Your ski-pass sucks.

Jodie Foster is a terrible actor.

Your beauty is beyond compare With flaming locks of auburn hair With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green Your smile is like a breath of spring Your voice is soft like summer rain And I cannot compete with you, Jolene

Babe..., you there?

Joseph Stang lives in your dreams.

Ok. I will explain it to you. I've been warned not to. I've been told my family will die. But I can't ignire what I know, even if those I love suffer. It all started with an innicent night at a teen bar. I was about 10 years older than the norm, but wasn't there because I wanted to be. My "friend," Joline Stange, was with me, but were were just there for a meet. See, we were meeting a slavic guy who needed some weapons. Some very specific weapons. Not .45s, but .50, mortars, mines. In otherwords, he was at war, not a hobbiest. I told my lover Joline I didn't deal with Amatures. She told me her mothers life depended on every more she made. I told her goodbye darling. She told me please. Help me. I cried. And helped her. The slavic guy who needed weapons was angry. He was mad at Joline. Or becasue he sprainged his miniscus. Who knows. In the world of nefarious drug dealers and death makers, shit gets weird. I'm still not sure why Novac Jocovic trusted me. Or beseeched me. All I know was I refused the contract. Novac. Fuck you. "Did Nadal talk to you?" Someday, Novac, I will kill you. But not today. Novac smiles. Of course he's used top death threats. Addidadas, Nike, Asiacs...some hard shit. NB doesn't fuck around. "I'm untouchable." Fuck you, Novac. Why do you feel like you can bow-up to us like this? Novac looked to the side, looked down. Looked me dead in the eye. "Do yopu know Joseph Stang?" I still don't know what it means. I just know someone claiming to be Joesph Stang's sister is...intimate with me. In control of me. Owns me. I don't know what to do.

SHUT UP AND GO TO YOUR ROOM. Stupud 5 year old dummy.

Ok pal.

Z. owns the head to head. Still, I don't see Alcaraz losing this, much as I'd like to see Zverev finally get "his" after that terrible ankle against Nadal.

You're an idiot. Worse, you don't own your ridiculous statements. "He won the first set handily and now he’s already had a trainer come out in the second set." - turns out a torn meniscus can effect a professional athlete. I gave you the benefit of the doubt before, but I'm pretty confident you're a moron. Post less.