Hey sucker punch [lacrosse], see if this description fits the bill for you from this weekend: your son can't catch, can't throw and is so chubby his XXL shorts barely stay on his fat a$$, hahahaha, meanwhile, Mrs. Slob, the heifer who loves strange ball$ in her throat is screaming and carrying on while smoking her tenth Marlboro light of the day and eating her third Big Mac. You stand there and regale all the other daddy's with stories of how good your little butterball is while they roll their eyes at you! I'm right on the money here right? Go sucker punch yourself, maybe you'll wake up with some ball$ of your own so your pig wife doesn't have to look for strange ones. HAHAHAHAHA, see you this weekend loser
