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Originally Posted by roscoe36  I want my guys in Going to Work to know that you were all hand selected by me.
We are the Blue Collar conference. No pretty boys (like Darth and his gothic black toenails), no high flyers (like Brother Motown's hot babes gallery on MySpace), no weird Canadian MC Hammer wannabees like Jammerpants.
We're lunch bucket, hard nosed, blood and guts fantasy warriors.
And when that company whistle blows, we're going to work. Kicking the Bad Boys' butts. |
Being ugly and winning may have worked for the Celtics, but it won't work for you guys. You guys sound bitter because you don't get the commercials. You don't get the countless women yellin from out the hotel window, "Come get it Mr.
Potato Head"! "Can I get a shake with those fries?" See, we are a conference of champions. We are the "thinkin men". We work smarter not harder. Like Rick Flair, we have managed to be the dirtiest, grimiest players in the game while "Stylin' and Profilin". So while your wife and kids surround the great GMs of the BAD BOYS division to catch a glimpse or get an autograph...remember this could never be you.
lol. We bring intelligence, style and muscle.
Step up and get beat down. We are the BAD BOYS!
and in the words of my man, MC. Jammer Pants,
"You can't touch this!"