News Conor Mcgregors Contemplation

[Mangar]

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[Zebra Cheeks]

Total satisfaction is what you're givin' me
Ten pounds of flesh as they bounce before my eyes
The only milk I'll ever need

 

[Captain Herb]

Total satisfaction is what you're givin' me
Ten pounds of flesh as they bounce before my eyes
The only milk I'll ever need

There was a man from Ultima Thule
Who extruded verse like drool
With paper and pen
He vowed right then
To never quit on his stool

 

[Buff]

There was once a striker called Conor;
Who fought but on the mic he was stronger;
At first it went great;
Then came the coke and a rape;
And now his career is a goner

 

[*Z*]

I always thought it was "Whiskey", not "Whisky"

Irish whiskey is with the E.

 

[Buff]

There was once a drug addled fighter;
Who had some success when he was lighter;
He smoked lots of crack
Now wants to come back
Its just a shame that he happened to bite her

 

[Spacetrucker]

The wind blows

A dove flys

A man screams

it is “the notorious” Conor McGregor. It has become natural, like the waves in the ocean, or a large cattle taking a shit. The sensation is all to familiar for the once great fighter of the UFC.

He blankly stares across the room. “I guess I should try to go outside today”. He waded through hundreds of empty bottles of his own whisky, proper twelve, and made his way to the front door.

He placed his hand over the door knob, struggling with the thought of being recognized. He didn’t want the questions, he didn’t want the fans, he just wanted to be left alone.

“god damnit....”

he turned around, and headed to the kitchen to make a plate of pizza rolls. While the oven preheated he practiced shadow boxing in the mirror. “Fuck yeah....I still got it”.

End act 1

 

[TonyF2020]

Whatever man. Khabib ended him and the more time passes the more he talks about it the more i see that Mcgregor actually believed that Khabib would be walk in the park and he would embarras him like Alvarez. He was so wrong that now he cant get his head around it.

The knockdown and no threat 3rd round was a cherry on top.

 

[waldywaldy]

It depends how Dyslexic the guy making it is.

Nah

It's Whiskey if it's made in Ireland and Whisky if it's made in Scotland

 

[Zebra Cheeks]

Nah

It's Whiskey if it's made in Ireland and Whisky if it's made in Scotland

Yeah and everyone knows how Scottish I am

 

[HI SCOTT NEWMAN]

I love you @Zebra Cheeks . 10/10

 

[Zebra Cheeks]

I love you @Zebra Cheeks . 10/10

Thank you friend, I hope your cats are cozy tonight

 

[Roy D Rayge]

 

[JosephTessaro]

That was really weird.

 

[Zebra Cheeks]

 

[Zebra Cheeks]

@Frank McEdgar

 

[Arqueto]

This is beautiful, brought me to tears:

 

[Zebra Cheeks]

This is beautiful, brought me to tears:

<Lmaoo>Thanks boss

 

[lsu480]

The wind blows

A dove flys

A man screams

it is “the notorious” Conor McGregor. It has become natural, like the waves in the ocean, or a large cattle taking a shit. The sensation is all to familiar for the once great fighter of the UFC.

He blankly stares across the room. “I guess I should try to go outside today”. He waded through hundreds of empty bottles of his own whisky, proper twelve, and made his way to the front door.

He placed his hand over the door knob, struggling with the thought of being recognized. He didn’t want the questions, he didn’t want the fans, he just wanted to be left alone.

“god damnit....”

he turned around, and headed to the kitchen to make a plate of pizza rolls. While the oven preheated he practiced shadow boxing in the mirror. “Fuck yeah....I still got it”.

End act 1

*too familiar

 

[Robocok]

Zero writing talent spotted