Now look at this fuckin lovely work of art. I don't know her name because it's not important enought to remember. Her job is to balance the little metal object so that the scale reads the proper weight for the fighters. Not only did she fail at her first couple of attempts, she was too busy oodling over the fuckin fighters to notice she's fucking up every other second. Now, I know you are probably married to a fat fuckin stink of a husband whose idea of a night out is taking you to the Olive Garden downtown for some classy all you can eat bread sticks and pasta bowls followed by a nice classy case of Keystone, but please leave some brain cells for your ability to work a scale. To top this piece of work off, it was at the KFC Yum! Center. Yup, you read that correct the KFC Yum! Center. Wow, nice piece of ass you send us Kentucky. Get off your wrinkly ballsacks and get recognized with the sport you pieces of shit.
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