(Disclaimer #1- I stole 'for reals' from Gina. I love it. She's like 19 or something so it sounds cool when she says it and I'm aware that it makes me sound like and idiot 36 year old trying to be cool and hip but I don't give a fuck! For reals.)
(Disclaimer #2- This is primarily a Fantasy Football post so if you don't like it FUCK OFF! For reals!)
I know that I'm going to lose this time. I'm 9-0. He's 2-7. BUT, Goin' Deep has two awsome matchups that are going to kill me. I have some good matchups too but Marc Bulger and Marques Colston are going to be in shootout and bury me! And I think my guys are getting cocky and due for a letdown. Damn. The way I absolutely know it's for reals this time is cos last night I found these hysterical e-cards made just for talking shit to someone you have just schooled in FF. And I can't wait to send one which means I may not win again and be forever tormented. Why couldn't I have found these last week! The cards even have SMACK! sound effects. And they're envisorating. And I really really really want to send one. Marshawn, baby, I need to you strut your stuff in Miami. Show 'em!
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