God I hate work on Mondays. "Muh sportsball" all day.
Grown men spending 3 hours of their lives watching other men throw a ball back and forth. I will never understand the appeal
It seems fascinating and relevant to very small minds. I guess.
I have a very strong feeling it's some kind of genetic obedience/fitting in gene that is lacking in a lot of the types of people that come here, or people who are athletic and couldn't care less about team sports or acting like they enjoy sports to fit in at the watercooler.
I don't give a single fuck what anyone thinks about me anymore. I cared when I had a family, but those pozzed faggots have been taken from me.
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