The Niggardly King

it's easy to hack into cameras and just play the same good samartain cop over and over.

it's easy to hack into cameras and just play the same good samartain cop over and over.

it's easy to hack into cameras and just play the same good samartain cop over and over.

it's easy to hack into cameras and just play the same good samartian cop over and over.

Wait... I don't really watch TNA anymore so could someone explain to me how they've managed to kill their only legit homegrown draw? Because that takes fucking talent.

yeah, well fuck you.

I nearly die and the only people who respond are Dandy and Milky... fuck all of you. I hope you all die from diseases of your respective sex parts

Bullfuckingshit. You were just going to pick him from the start as soon as he threw his hat into this thing. Fuck this, we need to do this fair.

Pretty women breaking the law would have to blow me in order to get off the hook. Fat ones would get the Mace/Taser combo and be arrested for something petty but had to be treated this way for refusing to co-operate. I'd also do like the cops in this area who take all the kids weed, pipes, and lighters when they bust them and smoke up on a "lunch" break.

That's weird... Joe is like TNA's best PPV draw... fucking weird.

That's weird as before he was even seriously trying to become a wrestler, Cena was trying to become a voice actor and a big time bodybuilder...

Yup, the Kobe/LeBron or Paul/LeBron finals is going to fucking fantastic. But if the Celtics beat the Cavs, they'll get destroyed by Detroit in 5 or 6 and they could very well end up winning another title as I see them having not too many problems with the Lakers and a balls to the wall drag out fight with the Hornets... this is pretty fucking exciting

Fuck man, I can't wait for Cavs/Pistons again. That's becoming a great rivalry...

Actually after the Bob Sapp fight

Coach Pop motherfuckers

Sam Jones

I remember like in the 6th grade getting put in a slow class after 7 weeks in regular classes since all I did was class clown it, sleep, and act like a fucking prick to the teachers. Nothing really happened in slow class... we got the schoolwork equivalent of maybe what I did in 3rd or 4th grade. I got in A in every course that year except gym, which was a C since I never liked running on mile days. I'd just walk it with about 20 other kids, but then we started getting detentions as we would slow down the whole track for everyone. 7th grade was like nothing really. I can't remember shit. Except one time this ghetto black chick in art class beat the shit out of the retarded deaf mexican girl. She had two handfuls of her hair and kneed the holy hell out of her face for a good minute before anyone tried to break it up. Oh and my best friend future huge stoner thought the best class end project for us to do would be to make a giant green lego for the art class. So we paper mache'd this giant wreck, about four of us. He became a little bitch since it looked like shit and he was obsessed with legos. So I threw it down and stomped on it a few times since he was treating everyone like shit. we made some changes, said it was a turtle and got B- for it. 8th grade was the worst. I knew things would be interesting as on the 2nd day I almost pissed on some kid, but like on accident. See since May of 7th grade, my routine for lunch was to bring my CD player and just have my favorite song or two at the moment on repeat. Well, I'm jamming to Bittersweet Symphony while pissing and then I look down and to the right and I see like two 7th graders shoving a small new kids head towards the urinal. I zip quick and freak the fuck out, and I haven't been able to enjoy that song in quite the same way ever since. 8th grade was also the time I got rejected by every girl I asked out... all 39 of 'em! In fact it's how many of my friendships started with a bunch of people in different crowds as basically I became known as the "Nigga with no game!" by the ghetto crowd, and "Fuck, dude's got balls!" by the popular crowd. Interesting time. Also, first drinking and weed experience was in 8th... the first time I smoked weed though it was a big mistake. It was a rainy April day, and my best friend got some from his brother's stash for school and hid it in his lunch cooler. We smoked it at lunch by the baseball diamonds all the way on the other side of school, since no one goes out there during the rain. That was fun, but the one thing I forgot to think about before this is that I had PE right after lunch. So I'm freaking out since Rainy Day means one of two things... it would be a free gym day, hang out, shoot hoops, throw a football around the gym, whatever you want, or dodgeball. Yup, we played Dodgeball. Another thing I forgot while being high, is to never go where your picked on... always find what side Donte was on and go on that side, cuz Donte was supposed to be a Junior in High School by now, and he fucks people up in Dodgeball. So yeah, about five minutes into it, I'm like staring at the wall not paying attention and I hear my gym teacher shout my name. I turn around and I get met with a fastball right to the fucking face and the back of my head smacks against the wall. I go down, gym clears out, people think I'm dead... and I get wheeled off to the hospital where I'm met with my dad's sage old advice, "Gotta move, dumbass!" I'm out of school for one week, when I come back everyone looks at me like a zombie, friends say they were ready to send me a get well box of doughnuts, and Donte apologizes for some reason. We smoke a blunt after school, and then he tried to hook me up with his hoodrat friend who was 19, nothing happened and then we were friends for like a year. Oh and they banned dodgeball for 3 years at the school. The conclusion of 8th grade was the fact that I could pass as long as I didn't have more than one F. Even if the rest were all Ds. I had like 3 Fs 10 weeks away from graduation. School panics, creates new program for students like me where we go off campus, for last 140 minutes of school, and go to a tutoring center all the way in the ghetto. It meant you got two classes dropped, which for me was Art and History. I was pissed because I had an A in art, and I had to keep Algebra which I never gave a damn about and Science which sucked because I didn't have access to a computer at the time which means every report would get 30% knocked off them even when I used my old ass typewriter. But yeah, I got moved to a different Algebra class, which was more of a basic math class as that's all we would do in there. But yeah tutoring place in the ghetto sucked. I had to quit wearing my nice blue, red, and gray shirts just like everyone else for fears of being shot or something. And all we did in there was talk. It was cool because I had my best friend in that bitch, and there was one cool tutor who was pretty hot who would always sneak out back and we'd share a joint or blunt with her and talk about life. One of the things I didn't like though was the bus driver. We had a tv/dvd player in the bus and all he would play is fucking Tigerland... which I think is what started my hate for Collin Farrell. I saw that shit 42 days in a row. But yeah thanks to this new program and wiping off two classes, I was able to pass, just like everyone else in that program did. Damn, I didn't mean to make this bitch a TL;DR post, but fuck I was able to finally remember this and not just try and repress it like usual.

Like I said earlier, Paul could be that next big star the NBA should push... dude's just fucking awesome.

It's not really a mistake... he has about the most perfect look for what Vince has in mind. Good looking young white guy in great shape who has a natural personality and happens to be pretty damn good in the ring? Fuck he's like the perfect mold of what a main star should be for the WWE.

Impressive Some people are trying to hype this as the "Madden Killer" but with no license that'll never happen. This game still looks cool as fuck, and I wanna see more of it besides the engine they're using for the great tackling.

Well I was a huge Pistons fan until they became the very thing that they hated...

Hey, I mean Marshall Faulk did nothing the whole game... so yeah

I'm about as pro-Boston I thought you were a huge Pistons fan?