Wally Judge. Absolute rough ridin' physical freak. Five-Star McDonald's All-American committing to Kansas State. What? This has to perpetuate a continuing cycle of league-destroying freaks like Michael Beasley right?
I had masturbated my massive 9" throbbing male genitals to this video at least 100 times before that season started...
...while looking at those succulent golden stars in his rivals profile
https://n.rivals.com/content/prospects/maple/66239Then he got rough ridin' Frank'd
"Oh, it was just his freshman year, sure he will be averaging 20-10 next year, lots of rough ridin' PHARAOH ass dunks"
Then he got Frank's tiny 8" male genitals up his bad person for a 2nd consecutive season.
"Please don't transfer...but your mixtape video!"Then he transferred. And Frank took another mistress. And K-State Basketball went from being ranked #3 in the nation to bottom of my asscrack where the ants like to find little skin clauses in which to not only feast, but lay their eggs. Which is where the rough ridin' crap eff K-State Basketball remains to this very rough ridin' day.
I want to eff my own brainstem until it bleeds, wait until it is almost coagulated, and eff it again, this time even harder. Out of the opening in the back of my neck drains a fluid mixture of hard black gelatin and pure red fluid. I wretch in agonizing pain, watching the top of my eyes as they convulse and cause distressing electric convulsions upon my visual cortex. Black and white, black and white. Over and over and over and rough ridin' over again until those colors start blend within each other, creating a dark gray dystopian haze. Buzzing from the top of my head. It turns into a sharp grinding sensation, enough to where I begin to enter a state of "alive" rigor mortis: the cells in my body shutting down as they are unable to process the level of pain being experienced. A crevice forms behind collar-bones, and the skin begins to break fast. Gravity forces my nearly dead skin to curl downwards like a map, but slowly. It peels straight layers from my body in a perfect vertical pattern, inhumanely leaving the skin on my arms to feel the immense pain of torn flesh intermingling with a homogenous body, but quickly pruning and rotting, as if being scorched by molten lava. The acid death eventually eviscerating every rough ridin' organ in my body until only my bones are left. My soul watching as koala bears find my bones perched upon a bed of spiders and spikes, and using my bones to grind against rocks into chowder for the absolute god damn eff of it.^Mostly because of K-State Basketball. Pretty sure