Pathetic ass spurts barely beating the lowly 2-18 Wolves...

[Crickets]

For the third time this season the pathetic and overrated spurts edged the worst team in the NBA .. yeah the 2-18 Minnesota Timberwolves...at this rate don't expect this bunch of overpaid fucks to beat the Wolves on Tuesday Night....

Nothing is more embarrasing that going 4 scoreless minutes to close the game against the worst team in the NBA.

Have fun trying to score against the fakers or the ringless mavs in the playoffs if you can't even score at home against a 2-18 team with a putrid defense!

LOL... the Fakers are going to sweep these clowns in 4.

[Chieflion]

Sup Louis. Lost another $50?

[Fpoonsie]

Really hitting the high-traffic hours of ST.

quality troll-job tbh :tu

[Sisk]

Sweep them in 4 as opposed to sweeping them in...?

[anakha]

lol louis
lol 0-5
lol can't predict for shit

[Roger Freemason Jr.]

lol @ Louis having no friends. This troll isn't witty, or amusing. He's hardly even annoying. Damn, I'm sorry your Mama didn't love you enough Louis, but that's probably because she was too busy riding my fuck-stick all those years.

[#41 Shoot Em Up]

Have to admit that this is a horrible troll attempt

[jjktkk]

Op you're not a quality troll at all

I asked for his mailing address. Wanted to send him a "Trolling for dummies" book.

[ChumpDumper]

I don't believe that is their current record.

[eisfeld]

I don't believe that is their current record.

Don't be too harsh - kid hasn't learned to count to 9 yet.

[Venti Quattro]

Stretching

[easy7]

For the third time this season the pathetic and overrated spurts edged the worst team in the NBA .. yeah the 2-18 Minnesota Timberwolves...at this rate don't expect this bunch of overpaid fucks to beat the Wolves on Tuesday Night....

Nothing is more embarrasing that going 4 scoreless minutes to close the game against the worst team in the NBA.

Have fun trying to score against the fakers or the ringless mavs in the playoffs if you can't even score at home against a 2-18 team with a putrid defense!

LOL... the Fakers are going to sweep these clowns in 4.

Calm down Eva...

[Giuseppe]

Gots to admit that if we pulled such a stunt we'd get like treatment.

What's good for the goose is sauce for the gander.

Carry on Crick.

[WeNeedLength]

Gots to admit that if we pulled such a stunt we'd get like treatment.

What's good for the goose is sauce for the gander.

Carry on Crick.

Only this guy would endorse a troll just ripped to shreds cuz he gots no skillz. Takes one to endorse one, amirite?

[Giuseppe]

Only this guy would endorse a troll just ripped to shreds cuz he gots no skillz. Takes one to endorse one, amirite?

Perhaps, but, that's neither here nor there. If we'd a done likewise you'd be up our ass all night long.

Ipso facto, Cricks is correct to light your ass for the same MO.

Carry on Cricks.

[WeNeedLength]

Perhaps, but, that's neither here nor there. If we'd a done likewise you'd be up our ass all night long.

Ipso facto, Cricks is correct to light your ass for the same MO.

Carry on Cricks.

ROFL. Ok, I'll just know that you are not as bright as you think for taking this stand. Continue...

[Giuseppe]

ROFL. Ok, I'll just know that you are not as bright as you think for taking this stand. Continue...

Let us proceed...

[xellos88330]

Perhaps, but, that's neither here nor there. If we'd a done likewise you'd be up our ass all night long.
.

Well of course, the Lakers would have lost that game. :toast

[ElNono]

sup louis

[Texas_Ranger]

Darko>>>Tim

[Cane]

Calm down Eva...

:lol

[Dex]

Pretty bad when even the trolls are trolling this wanna-be troll imo.

[jARS mEsH sEt]

Wellhung: Hello, Sweetheart. What do you look like?

Sweetheart: I am wearing a red silk blouse, a miniskirt and high heels. I work out every day, I'm toned and perfect. My measurements are 36-24-36. What do you look like?

Wellhung: I'm 6'3" and about 250 pounds. I wear glasses and I have on a pair of blue sweat pants I just bought from Wal-Mart. I'm also wearing a T-shirt with a few spots of barbecue sauce on it from dinner. It's smells funny.

Sweetheart: I want you! Would you like to screw me?

Wellhung: OK

Sweetheart: We're in my bedroom. There's soft music playing on the stereo and candles on my dresser and night table. I'm looking up into your eyes, smiling. My hand works its way down to your crotch and begins to fondle your huge, swelling bulge.

Wellhung: I'm gulping, I'm beginning to sweat.

Sweetheart: I'm pulling up your shirt and kissing your chest.

Wellhung: Now I'm unbuttoning your blouse. My hands are trembling.

Sweetheart: I'm moaning softly.

Wellhung: I'm taking hold of your blouse and sliding it off slowly.

Sweetheart: I'm throwing my head back in pleasure. The cool silk slides off my warm skin. I'm rubbing your bulge faster, pulling and rubbing.

Wellhung: My hands suddenly jerks spastically and accidentally rips a hole in your blouse. I'm sorry.

Sweetheart: That's OK, it wasn't really too expensive.

Wellhung: I'll pay for it.

Sweetheart: Don't worry about it. I'm wearing a lacy black bra. My soft breasts are rising and falling, as I breath harder and harder.

Wellhung: I'm fumbling with the clasp on your bra. I think it's stuck. Do you have any scissors?

Sweetheart: I take your hand and kiss it softly...I'm reaching back undoing the clasp. The bra slides off my body. The air caresses my breasts. My nipples are erect for you.

Wellhung: How did you do that? I'm picking up the bra and inspecting the clasp.

Sweetheart: I'm arching my back. Oh baby. I just want to feel your tongue all over me.

Wellhung: I'm dropping the bra. Now I'm licking your, you know, breasts. They're neat!

Sweetheart: I'm running my fingers through your hair. Now I'm nibbling your ear.

Wellhung: I suddenly sneeze. Your breasts are covered with spit and phlegm.

Sweetheart: What?

Wellhung: I'm so sorry. Really.

Sweetheart: I'm wiping your phlegm off my breasts with the remains of my blouse.

Wellhung: I'm taking the sopping wet blouse from you. I drop it with a plop.

Sweetheart: OK. I'm pulling your sweat pants down and rubbing you hard tool.

Wellhung: I'm screaming like a woman. Your hands are cold! Yeeee!

Sweetheart: I'm pulling up my miniskirt. Take of my panties!

Wellhung: I'm pulling off your panties. My tongue is going all over, in and out nibbling on you... ummm... wait a minute.

Sweetheart: What's the matter?

Wellhung: I've got a pubic hair caught in my throat. I'm choking!

Sweetheart: Are you OK?

Wellhung: I'm having a coughing fit! I'm turning all red.

Sweetheart: Can I help?

Wellhung: I'm running to the kitchen, choking wildly. I'm fumbling through the cabinets, looking for a cup. Where do you keep your cups?

Sweetheart: In the cabinet to the right of the sink.

Wellhung: I'm drinking a cup of water. There, that's better.

Sweetheart: Come back to me lover.

Wellhung: I'm washing the cup now.

Sweetheart: I'm on the bed arching for you.

Wellhung: I'm drying the cup. Now I'm putting it back in the cabinet. And now I'm walking back to the bedroom. Wait, it's dark, I'm lost. Where's the bedroom?

Sweetheart: Last door on the left at the end of the hall.

Wellhung: I found it.

Sweetheart: I'm tuggin' off your pants. I'm moaning. I want you so badly.

Wellhung: Me too.

Sweetheart: Your pants are off. I kiss you passionately our naked bodies pressing each other.

Wellhung: Your face is pushing my glasses into my face. It hurts.

Sweetheart: Why don't you take off your glasses?

Wellhung: OK, but I can't see very well without them. I place the glasses on the night table.

Sweetheart: I'm bending over the bed. Give it to me, baby!

Wellhung: I have to pee. I'm fumbling my way blindly across the room and toward the bathroom.

Sweetheart: Hurry back, lover!

Wellhung: I find the bathroom and it's dark. I'm feeling around for the toilet. I lift the lid.

Sweetheart: I'm waiting eagerly for your return.

Wellhung: I'm done going. I'm feeling around for the flush handle, but I can't find it. Uh-oh!

Sweetheart: What's the matter now?

Wellhung: I've realized that I've peed into your laundry hamper. Sorry again. I'm walking back to the bedroom now, blindly feeling my way.

Sweetheart: Mmmm, yes. Come on.

Wellhung: OK, now I'm going to put my...you know...thing...in your... you know...woman's thing.

Sweetheart: Yes! Do it, baby! Do it!

Wellhung: I'm touching your smooth butt. It feels so nice. I kiss your neck. Umm, I'm having a little trouble here.

Sweetheart: I'm moving my ass back and forth, moaning. I can't stand it another second! Slide in! Screw me now!

Wellhung: I'm flaccid.

Sweetheart: What?

Wellhung: I'm limp. I can't sustain an erection.

Sweetheart: I'm standing up and turning around, an incredulous look on my face.

Wellhung: I'm shrugging with a sad look on my face, my wiener is all floppy. I'm going to get my glasses and see what's wrong.

Sweetheart: No, never mind. I'm getting dressed. I'm putting on my underwear. Now I'm putting on my wet nasty blouse.

Wellhung: No wait! Now I'm squinting, trying to find the night table. I'm feeling along the dresser, knocking over cans of hair spray, picture frames and your candles.

Sweetheart: I'm buttoning my blouse. Now I'm putting on my shoes.

Wellhung: I've found my glasses. I'm putting them on. My God! One of our candles fell on the curtain. The curtain is on fire! I'm pointing at it, a shocked look on my face.

Sweetheart: Go to hell! I'm logging off, you loser!

Wellhung: Now the carpet is on fire! Oh nooooo!

Sweetheart: Bye!!!

[rasho8]

Lol

[DieHardSpursFan1537]

Shit Louis, your blowing your money away like crazy bidding on Spurs losing every game. Before you know it, your wallet will be empty. Silly shit.

[Venti Quattro]

Shit they're 31-6 and spurs fans should be really worried.

[Crickets]

Gots to admit that if we pulled such a stunt we'd get like treatment.

What's good for the goose is sauce for the gander.

Carry on Crick.


The spurts are trash !!

[crc21209]

The spurts are trash !!

They see me trollin', they hatin'.....