Crucify 'em Jig. Nail those sexuals to the Tree of Woe.
You see, for years you en led mother ers felt invincible flaunting your ring superiority acting like you all were apart of the championship rosters like our your comrade cobbler. (Looking at you ya ing parrot.) You pussies and assholes on your own MVPs (Pau, Shaq) While sucking the of a face Mamba that wouldn't piss on fire to put you out. You assholes have pushed your luck as far as it will go, and now it's time to pay the price. What you see before you is Jimmy Buss, my personal accomplice sent to test your souls through the gates of .
You have 2 choices. Pick up the hat and switch allegiances, or wait for Jimmy to step down. 60 seconds to decide. Live or die, the choice is yours.
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Crucify 'em Jig. Nail those sexuals to the Tree of Woe.
- "We're gonna stick together, just like it used to be. When you side with a man, you stay with him. And if you can't do that, you're like some animal, you're finished! We're finished! All of us!"
- William Holden - "The Wild Bunch"
But you sided the Indians, then quit on them after Mesa blew the save.
I never defend my fandom. It's my religion.
That's chicken . You hopped off the bandwagon, your regrets are your own.
I never defend my fandom. It's my religion.
And You could live threw anything if Magic made it.
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