Someone has a man crush on Askren.....
Someone has a man crush on Askren.....
I will smash your face into a car windshield and then take your mother, Dorothy Mantooth, out to a nice seafood dinner and never call her again!
Tell me about it, this morning, I woke up and I shit a squirrel, but what I can't get is the damn thing is still alive. So now, I've got a shit covered squirrel running around my office and I don't know what to name it.
"Askren can bench press more than 185 pounds."
You got it right there.
You do the math..... I'll do the alfredo!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
Nice piece, Dart.
There's a girl on big brother now who says she wrestled in high school.
Super 32 Challenge - October 26-27, 2013
"Good things happen when you wrestle for a full seven minutes." -- Jayson Ness, post-finals press conference
I just wasted the past two hours of my life watching the ESPYs so that I could maybe see some Ben highlights, and now, they only showed the winner of that category! Seriously. I'm PISSED. Glad I got to see a bunch of cutaways to Peyton Manning's ugly face. Ugh.
Haven't you seen Ben Askren before?
I will smash your face into a car windshield and then take your mother, Dorothy Mantooth, out to a nice seafood dinner and never call her again!
Tell me about it, this morning, I woke up and I shit a squirrel, but what I can't get is the damn thing is still alive. So now, I've got a shit covered squirrel running around my office and I don't know what to name it.
I don't know why anyone expects anything substantive from ESPN. They are friggin' pathetic. Have you seen this ridiculous crap about who is now--which which seems to be nothing more than a debate over who's higher on the social register? Who's dating who? As they might say in Texas: hwanh?
Yesterday morning, I was trying to figure out why the baseball game was at 4:00, instead of 6:00, as it usually is. Turned out it was for the ESPYs. I'm sure it was two hours of "how great we are, see all the beautiful people" stuff.
Last edited by matclone; 07-16-2007 at 11:16 AM.
