I don't know what the fuck a fermentor is, but I set up a GoFundMe to buy one. You wanna know why? Because Larry wanted one, for fuck's sake.
I don't have any evidence to prove it, but I swear to your imaginary God the old dicks of Palm Springs are the only thing keeping the economy surging
Jesus was sitting on the other side of the table starring at the waitresses' tits. She walks away and he leers at the rest of us letting us know his intent
An FNG got into the email game with my fucked-up tennis team. He completely fucked it up. So I had to pull out my teacher's highlighter and school him
Goddamnit, Indian Wells changed the margarita glasses at the fucking tennis tournament this year.
Well, well, looky who volunteered to captain our fucked-up tennis team this season: Julian, the ODM (Original Douchebag Millennial). We didn't even get to start the first match before the fucking universe brought down a cloud of karma on his head. Fellow douchebag, Sherwin, bailed out of the match 2 minutes before warm up -- … Continue reading A letter from Kieran to his "douchebag millennial" tennis team
I love playing tennis, but I only "tolerate" watching it. I'd love to be a fan, if I could scream obscenities, dress up like an idiot and bring in...
It was 9:30 p.m. on a Tuesday and a bunch of us had just finished playing tennis in Gilbert -- a perfect time for a drink.
Just like Trump running to Putin, this season one of the fucked up players on my tennis team went running to a bunch of "wanna be" winners. I was told "Traitor McGee" (not his real name, but close enough) wrote "a really nice note" on his way out the door. Fucking pussy. He should have … Continue reading Traitor McGee — Updated
I'm thinking of buying a white van and a long rope, so I can get you dumb shits to follow the eternal fucking rules of rec tennis.