Crumpet Eating Woofter.: My brother almost got in a fight yesterday. »
Let’s talk about Matt for a moment.
When we lived in Omaha, we’d visit the gorilla house at the zoo. The silver backs used to enjoy charging the glass to scare the visitors (which brings up some interesting discussions about just who was observing who) and while grown men were…
First and foremost, root beer is fan-fucking-tastic. Secondly, its like 6’3” and 200, on a light day. But if you’re gunna pick a fight with a kid, atleast half your age, don’t bitch out once you see that he’s 3” taller than you, 40lbs heavier than you, and most certainly not afraid to get two inches from your face when he tells you to fuck off. Nut up or shut up. And thirdly, don’t let little miss lottiebites fool you, she pretty much insulted everyone and everything that wasn’t her when she was talking about the root beer and such. So you’re welcome world, I’ve got your back like a sweater bro and bro-ettes.
