Los hombres pueden quedarse despiertos hasta las 2 de la madrugada, levantarse a las 6, estar endeudados, sin dinero, solos, y aún así tener fe en que algún día todo saldrá bien. A eso se le llama ser un hombre.
Un saludo a todos los hombres que están arreglando su vida solos. Sin parientes ricos. Sin favores. Sin herencias, incluso a pesar de las pérdidas y la falta de respeto. Llegaréis lejos en la vida.
Once again Islam comes up with an excuse. This time it’s an injury.
I always knew I would be part of the White House event. Even when the UFC told me at one point that they wouldn’t count on me for the event, I knew it was part of the negotiation.
When they finally told me I would be on the White House card, they mentioned Islam and I didn’t hesitate for a second to accept the fight.
Even though the fight hadn’t been officially confirmed yet, the White House card was going to be announced the next day. And when I woke, I found out that Islam had gotten injured.
And then Justin Gaethje appeared.
Once again, someone else who will pay for Islam’s escape.
Both of their manager is a bitch and also ugly as hell.
Justin, see you at the White House. I’m not someone who humiliates people.
It will be quick. When you wake up, everything will already be over.
Yo antes lo llamaba “mal de ojo” pero es real, la brujería existe. No puedo creer que haya tanta gente malvada y llena de odio que no soporte ver bien al otro. A las malas me ha tocado aprender que entre más oculta tenga mis cosas, mejor me va.