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The Love Machine:
So he cares. Interesting. Very girlfriend-adjacent behavior.
“Don’t look at her.” “Don’t breathe near her.” “Don’t call my thirty year old girlfriend a cougar.” But she’s not my girl.
The Holy One:
Y’all done? And how do you know she’s thirty?
It’s called Google. You should try it.
Not even close to being done. I’m bringing a camera crew for when your “not-girlfriend” introduces herself as “just a friend”. I want to watch your heartbreak on repeat.
The Love Machine:
Don’t worry, she’ll sit with my girl. Mine has a way of getting the truth outta people.
The Holy One:
So we’ve all got cougars? Guess Trickie Nickies never stray far.
The Love Machine:
When you’re the hottest trio around, can you blame them?
The Holy One:
Let’s just focus on the game.
You mean the game where Loving gets sacked six times and your “friend” leaves early from boredom?
The Love Machine:
Bro, I’m gonna light you both up so bad on Sunday, ESPN gonna run a 30 for 30 titled “When Trash Talk Goes Wrong”.
The Holy One:
Hope you got that speech ready for postgame. I’ll send flowers to your funeral.
And I’ll be there, feet up, drink in hand, watching the fall of two mediocre franchises from my VIP seat.
The Love Machine:
We’ll see. But just know, my girl’s hotter, my stats are better, and I don’t have to explain what we are every time someone asks.
The Holy One:
You’re right. You just have to explain why she keeps liking my photos.
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SCOTTIE ANDERSON
Iwas so nervous.
Not only was I nervous, excited and anxious after finding out that I wasmanyweeks pregnant, but now Nicholas and I were heading to Texas over Thanksgiving to watch his two best friends play against each other.
He told me that this game was a really big deal.
