Lebron Can't Take the Heat in Detroit

Where the fuck do you think you are Lebron? You gotta understand that this dude chirping you isn't Spike Lee looking for some playful back and forth banter or Jack Nicholson raising his eyebrow cause he dislikes a call. No, this guy is an unemployed auto worker who's only in the lower bowl cause it's Jonas Jerebko bobblehead night and they can't give away tickets. Dude is on fricken tilt not knowing where his next mortgage payment is coming from and you wanna reason with him cause it really hurt your feelings he asked if your mom would be down to get DP'd by him and Delonte West? Here's the deal Lebron. Here in the D where people work hard for what little money they have, there ain't no sympathy for a self righteous bazillionaire just cause his mom loves the cock. You want pity go back to fuckin South Beach, cause honestly you're lucky you didn't get a cup of ice off the face and a few punches to the back of the head. Pretty much standard procedure for visiting douche bags in Detroit.