Throws the rock forward knowing full well that the rock will find its way back into his hands, as he is the rock's master. Dribble, dribble, dribble, to test the rock's worthiness. Breathe out, breathe out, to display his generosity as he fills the arena with his essence. "Where's my chant, peasants? There it is. louder. Louder. LOUDER. yes. YES," Even the shot clock was crying his number. Then sends the rock home, like many times before.
hahahaaaaa!
DOCJAMBEATS 11 months ago
SIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK! I wish I was that close to him so I can stroke him silly
dorksgalore 2 years ago