But you're still a .

Hold up...

Did this here brand new Fagweight Champion just threaten to FUCK me?

You want to make me squeal, is that so, Father Diddlefingers? Let me set one thing straight right the fuck now, boy. I ain't gettin' bent over by no sissy mary any day of the week, and I sure as SHIT don't think that you even got enough meat swingin' between them knobby knees to even make me fart, much less make me squeal.

You wanna talk about them Cowboys? AMERICA's team? Who in the fuck do you even think you are? Lemme guess... you root for one of them liberal sweetheart teams, like the Seattle Shitbirds. You like watchin' that little jig of a quarterback run around when you know he couldn't carry Aikman's jock. Bitch. That's all you really are, Chambers. One worthless bitch. Only way we'd be watchin' the big game together is if you was in the kitchen in a pair of heels fetchin' cold Budweisers for me and the rest of the MEN.

Why don't you try kickin' me again with those size six ladyfeet? That shit was like play wrestling with my little cousin in the front yard, only I know someday he'll grow up.

Oh, and your tampon fell out. Stick it back in so I don't get your flow and your uncle's nut on my blue jeans.

Pussy.




Higgers flattens Chambers with a spinning sitout brainbuster, then slides over with a lateral press.





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