50 Cent: I don’t know what you heard about me
But a bitch can’t get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can’t see
9 year old me: That I’m a mothafucking P-I-M-P
The funniest part of City potentially playing Championship football is imagining the complete culture shock.
Haaland asking where the Champions League anthem is and getting “Freed From Desire” through one working speaker at Deepdale.
Cherki turning up expecting a perfectly watered carpet and finding a pitch that looks like it hosted a fucking agricultural show that morning.
Doku discovering that Championship fullbacks don’t “show you outside” they show you the fucking car park.
Anderson asking the analyst about expected possession while Millwall’s manager is drawing “FUCKING WIN IT” on the tactics board.
Foden arriving for a 12:30 away game and watching some bloke behind the goal finish his sixth pint before warm ups.
Maresca trying to explain inverted full backs to a fourth official who’s just told him to stop fucking moaning and get back in his technical area.
This nigga really asked what I was doing, I told him I was shopping for my trip and was deadass thinking this mf was about to ask how much my cart was 😭
I don't support cheating. But if you must, do it with someone who has just as much to lose.
Mutually assured destruction keeps everyone on their best behaviour.
no importa cuánto ames a una persona, tu amor no le va a ganar nunca a su crianza, a los años donde nadie lo escuchó, a los padres que no lo vieron, a la idea mediocre del amor con la que creció y mucho menos a su fachada de autosuficiencia