Fresh Prince Of Belair MB

of course it's a cash grab, every time they come up with a new jersey it's a cash grab. Did they need to do new jerseys a couple years ago? No but they can sell more if there's a new style. It's kind of hard to sell a retro jersey from a short time ago so they're going with this crap. I am just sick and tired of seeing ugly jerseys. The ones we wear now are gross, these ones seem like they'll be even grosser. 
 
Stop giving us crap for a jersey and I bet you grab more cash out of it. 

Game time yet?                          

Game time yet?                          

No it was just before the half. Next time someone asks to borrow my pants for a bit I will politely decline. I did not ask for them back.
Oddly enough there were tons of pants laying all over the floor of the bathhouse after. So it all worked out in the end.

Wonder how much of his brain damage was sustained taking that brick upside the head at Lot 115?

Wonder how much of his brain damage was sustained taking that brick upside the head at Lot 115?

Best customer service I've ever had anywhere is the Bomber Store under Jeff's supervision. That man understood customer service like nobody else. Damn shame he's leaving the team.

His palms are sweaty

 
knees weak

 
arms are heavy

 
there's vomit on his sweater already

 
mom's spaghetti

 
he's nervous but on the surface he looks calm and ready

 
to drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin'

 
what he wrote down

 
the whole crowd goes so loud

 
he opens his mouth, but the words won't come out

 
 

His palms are sweaty

 
knees weak

 
arms are heavy

 
there's vomit on his sweater already

 
mom's spaghetti

 
he's nervous but on the surface he looks calm and ready

 
to drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin'

 
what he wrote down

 
the whole crowd goes so loud

 
he opens his mouth, but the words won't come out

 
 

he's chokin' now

 
everybody's jokin' now

 
the clocks run out, time's up, over, blaow!

 
snap back to reality, oh there goes gravity

 
there goes rabbit he choked

 
he's so mad

 
but won't give up that easy? No

 
he won't have it, he knows his whole back city's ropes

 
it don't matter, he's dope

 
he knows that, but he's broke

 
 

he's stacked that he knows

 
when he goes back to his mobile home, that's when its

 
back to the lab again yo, this whole rhapsody

 
he better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him

His palms are sweaty

 
knees weak

 
arms are heavy

 
there's vomit on his sweater already

 
mom's spaghetti

 
he's nervous but on the surface he looks calm and ready

 
to drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin'

 
what he wrote down

 
the whole crowd goes so loud

 
he opens his mouth, but the words won't come out