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You remember that semi-retarded guy? Mike Mularkey? He used to be offensive coordinator round here?
Yes. I know him. He is, how you say? A dumb fuck. Yes?
I wouldn’t go so far as to call the brotha a dumb fuck. He’s slow. What’s the poor muthafucka gonna do? He’s semi-retarded.
Well…word round the water cooler is he’s now our offensive coordinator again.
Why is this happening?
Mularkey caught Coach Cam giving Mrs. Mularkey a foot massage. So now Mularkey's our OC. It’s a damn shame for Coach Cam. He’s just beggin to get fired now.
It is great shame. But you play with matches, you get burn.
What? Man I think Mularkey waayyy over-reacted here. It was a foot massage!
I think Coach Cam should know better to give Mrs. Mularkey foot massage. You should not touch another man’s woman like this. It is not same as eating her beaver. But it is same ballpark.
Man giving a guy’s wife a foot massage and stickin yer tongue in the holiest of holies ain’t in the same fuckin ballpark. It ain't the same league. It ain’t even the same sport.
You ever give foot massage?
What?! Don’t be telling me about foot massages! I’m the foot fuckin master!
Would you give a man foot massage?
Man, fuck you.
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