March Sadness Dogs Of The Week
What’s up motherfuckers. I’m in a dogshit mood and I know dog shit. My old man Carl has been taken to the cleaners and back about 17 fucking times since this NCAA tournament started. I don’t know much about basketball but I understand he can’t pick a winner to save his life. On a bright note I overheard him saying that his bookie is buying his side piece a new set of fake tits with the proceeds from his colossal losses so that’s nice for whoever gets to play with those sweater puppies.
Speaking of which let’s get to my dawgs. Ps – fuck your bracket and Go Me: