It doesn’t matter how you feel about Manchester United. It doesn’t matter how you feel about Christiano Ronaldo. Either way, you have to admit the guy has had a sick as fuck season. How sick exactly? How about you try scoring your 40th goal of the season in the Premiership with your dick and make it look as if you’re so bored you might drift off to sleep at any second. (1:50-2:40)
Yeah… thought so.
Ok, so maybe Beantown crybabies might cling to the one excuse they actually still have left, whining “We still don’t have Twellman wah wah wah,” then proceed to drown their sorrows with a twelve pack of glass-ridden Sam Adams, put on their favorite Red Sox jersey, rub one out while watching a well worn VHS copy of Good Will Hunting, and pass out on the couch in a pile of what I can only assume is a healthy mix of vomit, urine, semen, and possibly some bloody stool.
