Showing posts with label euro talk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label euro talk. Show all posts

Monday, October 5, 2009

The Polish Machine discusses the offseason...it's Euro talk bitches!

Well, well, well...look who got PAYYYYYYYYYYYYID! That's right lil bitches, now I can roll like Delonte West, you know guns a blazin, wait, why would I want to be like that thug, look at this picture. What the hell is he doing? Dancing? I'm just sitting there flexing like a stud, look at my tattoo, God I'm enormous :takes shirt off: Holy crap I'm huge :realizes writers from catman are sill in the room: ok, ok, ok...this money might be getting to my head. Man I love being a NBA stud, this is the life. Here is an off season recap:
  • 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.