Beam me up Scottie.
Is it just me, or does Shane look a bit orange tonight? The Rockets are up by 16 at halftime against the Nets, and, wooo!, go Rockets. But, holy bejeezubs, Mr. Battier! Did you get your hands on some of that special A-Rod stuff? Not the ‘roids. Not the dusty ole porn pop star. The tan in a can. It looks like someone dipped you into a huge glass of Sunny D just to run high screens and jack up threes all night.
Someone needs to send me a screencap of this game right now…
The world must know the perils of the spray-on tan. It might save you from a sun begging to give you cancer. It might give you some flexibility if it’s too cold to get a natural tan outside. It might even be able to provide an adequate disguise if you’re trying to hide in a fun house painted entirely in mandarin walls…
But, it doesn’t cover up the guilt Alex:
I didn't do it... My cousin did it to me. Wait...
Nor does it cover up the douche bag, boys:
Look at me! Look at me! Please kick my ass!!
What are you trying to hide, Shane? Is it the fact that you’re an absolute badass? That’s gotta be it, right?
- Septimus Rex
p.s. – Hopefully updated with a picture tomorrow…
p.p.s. – Yes, I realize he was just on vacation because of the All-Star break. Stop fucking with my comedic mojo.
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i love perma glasses circa Shane doing it
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