|Caminante Nocturno |
"Hey, where do you think you're going?! Oh, I suppose you think someone else is going to pay for this?"
The gymnastics equivalent to smashing your guitar onstage at the end of a concert.
More athletes should do this when they turn in really great performances.
NADAL HAS WON WIMBLEDON. AND...YES, HE'S SETTING THE NET ON FIRE!
HAVING WON HIS 800TH GOLD MEDAL OF THE DAY, PHELPS IS NOW FILLING THE POOL WITH A HORRIBLE SCALDING ACID, ENSURING NO HUMAN CAN EVER SWIM IN IT AGAIN!
THAT'S IT! THE WINNING PITCH OF THE WORLD SERIES! OH, AND THE PITCHER IS CELEBRATING BY STABBING THE FIRST BASEMAN! WHAT A SHOWBOATER!
I will say about a yearish later that this is still a comment for the ages.
Step out his ass and leave that motherfucker wide open so he know you been there.
She knew exactly what was happening behind her. She was like, "Screw you, Gymnastics. FUCK YOU!"
After this performance she punched her coach in the face and wrecked the team bus.
|Banal Intercourse |
She looks somewhat disappointed as she walks off, as if her dismount was supposed to be so much more fucking awesome. What the Hell was SUPPOSED to happen? Fission?
It's safe to say you don't fuck with anybody named 'Ludmilla'.
I find this attractive.
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