Larry Johnson of The Kansas City Chiefs. Holds out for a new contract, spits some drinks on some bitches, and gets to sit on the bench. Enough bad judgement to make a Dipsomaniac proud!
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3 comments:
Is Licky the one who got spat on?
Doubtful...I'm thinking Licky and LJ were best of friends that night...
Umm, so ya, you wanna trade for Larry Johnson?
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