- Traveled to Poland
- Did polish girls.
- Told my agent I wanted to be paid in Polish sausages next year or just one big bar tab at Dragon room.
- Fired agent after he laughed.
- Got four more Nike tattoos....Fuck you Reebok.
- Spoke to Mark Cuban on the phone, Cuban agreed to build an arena out of sausages if I came to Dallas.
- Flew to Dallas
- Did cowgirls
- Did not see an arena full of sausages.
- Left Dallas
- Was notified that Orlando matched my offer.
- Partied with Asians at Dragon room.
Well, I have a shitload of fan mail now that people have realized the greatness of the Gortat...let me answer a few right now.
Trainwreck: (drunk)...heheheeeeeey Gortat...i love youuuuuu. :dances like a 50 year old hooker would (somehow communicated through a piece of mail):
Polish Yardstick: Hi.
JK: um, hello Marin Gortat. I'm sorry to say this, but I was completely wasted on Friday night and I think I might have hit on you. Just want to apologize if I did.
Polish Block Party: Fag.
Delonte West: Yo, gortat, lemme hit cho up for some of dat cheese biotch. I'm gansta now and gots to protects my crib ya know! Planes, trains and automobiles!
Martin Gortat: What the fuck did you just say?
Jason from Dt Orlando: Hey gorty, remember that time I saw you in 23...I had our, wait, I mean your jersey on earlier that night. oh, I wish I woulda kept it on. Love you buddy. call me!
Polish Prince: :shakes head and throws letter in trash:
Mike from Vietnam: Hi, what will you average this year.
Polish Jackhammer: Shit, that's a tough one...I'd probably go with 20 drinks a night and two girls...finally a good question.
Ok bitches, I've to to get ready to punish Cuban for not building that sausage house. Preseason? Who cares? TOTAL DOMINATION.
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