KILL IT WITH FIRE!
Cash Sirois received a divine sports omen over the weekend when his neck decided to spontaneously sprout its own basketball. The boys from Cirque Du Sirois detailed the saga of what happened to the oft-lowest-ranked and most-bearded member of the beloved weekend broadcast.
PS – If I ever find out who was responsible for the Cirque Du Sirois show going offline from the internet stream for nearly an hour, I’m going to feed that person the contents of neck-ball while forcing them to listen to Raceweek.
PPS – the greatness of @poponjer pointed out that Cash’s neckball is one Lance Armstrong affliction away from Butter’s neck-balls:
Nuke the site from orbit. It’s the only way to be sure.
Only if you promise to take my ques-tee-uhns afterwards…
Ferro, you copy?
So… if that that’s a neck-scrotum, where exactly is the co… the di… the pennus?
They mayo that was held within was the consistency of watered down pudding
I’m not that guy!
I know, but I couldn’t resist 🙂