We’re men. That means a few things – we like to shit with the door open, we talk about pussy, we go on riverboat gambling trips, we make our own beef jerky, and when the Bengals go 8-0 to start the season, we paint our house in Bengal stripes. Love this guy solely for the divorce line at the end. If this is a normal guy with a family he’s just a weirdo fan that everyone thinks is trying too hard, but not this guy, this guy is just practicing his right to do whatever the fuck he wants now that he’s single again. And you know he’s wanted to do this forever. Probably brought it up hundreds of times to his ex-wife. Hell that might even be why they got divorced, he wanted to paint the house like a giant Tiger and she wanted the white picket fence with a dog and a kid. Well Jeffery, I’m happy you’ve finally gotten your wish. 600 square feet cinder block shit hole? Nah man, that’s someone’s Who Dey Mansion.
This is such a “I’m just….happy now” face.