I’m Just Sayin’: WNBA

Whyyyyyyy? Why does this shit exist? And not only does it exist they actually play this shit on national TV. Why is that legal? Don’t we have to deal with enough bullshit on TV? Like Glen Beck, infomercials, Jersey Shore and telethon’s just to name a few? I guess not, because every year (I have no idea, nor do I care when WNBA season starts) I have to watch  six feet tall sweaty manly lesbians in shorts, run up and down the court for two hours.
I would rather go fuck a paper shredder than watch this. The only time I want to see a woman in basketball shorts is if they have been tailored into a thong.

Now I know what your thinking, just change the channel Marcus, don’t watch it. When actually it is not that easy. Like a lot of guys, around the 4th or 5th straight showing of ESPN’s Sports Center I tend to doze off. Only to wake up the next afternoon to a WNBA game. On those days there’s only two things that can move me in the morning pussy or bacon. So if the remote is not within arms reach I am stuck with my eyeballs bleeding watching it, with the same competitiveness and intensity as a tee-ball match.