You make me SICK!
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Listen Bitches! I haven’t gotten any Reader E-mails lately and honestly, it’s pissing me off! I know you little homo’s are reading this blog and you have questions. I know some of you losers sit around the house with your future Mrs. Loser and wonder why over the years her ass swells up a little more each year and that in turn poses questions in your mind. Or maybe you’re one of those bums that sill shacks up with your momma and you wonder if that is hurting your dating credentials. Maybe you and your flaming friend were laying in a field, listening to the sounds of Whippoorwills, and laughing and pointing at clouds in the sky and getting turned on when one of them looks like Seacrest, and you want to know if you’re in love. Maybe you’re soft little punk ass is writing a poem for your sweet heart (who is sure to tell you it’s sweet, then laugh at you with her gf’s), and you want The Doc’s opinion on your rhyme-age. Or maybe you banged a chick at your high school reunion and now she won’t leave you alone, and all you were doing was getting that revenge bang for how shitty she treated you in high school and now you can’t get rid of her…………
All of the Above, None of the Above….I don’t care, Just send me your symptoms and The Doc will write the prescription your ass needs! Sure, it might not be what you want! Sure you may get verbally assulted and emotionally raped in my prognosis. But so what, that’s just the way it is. Sometimes you need some straight forward enlightenment. If you want some heart felt bull shit, sign up with Oprah and Dr. Phil and send your bull shit to them. But if you want The Doc’s perspective, then bring it on baby! The Doc will give it to you straight, no holds barred, no sugar coating, and no tissues provided. I’m ya daddy biotch! I tell you what you need to hear, your momma can tell you its gonna be alright!
So, unless you are all yellow-belly, gutless cowards, too damn domesticated by your woman (who as we speak, is flirting with the un-domesticated bad boy at work), and no longer have the balls or spine to step up to the mic and sound off like got a freakin’ pair……Then I expect my e-mail to be flooded with questions from the strong and the weak, the bold and the shy, men and women, old and young, perverted and conservative.
If you’ve got the balls or mammories to roll the dice, send it to thedoc@fatguysports.com
And just remember, when you step into the site – “You got your brothers on the team and you got your
daddy! Who’s yo daddy Gary?….If you want to play on our site, you will tell me who your daddy is?”…”You Doc”.
Bring it!
I’m out!