Alcohol, The Cubs and bad bets…

Alcohol, The Cubs and bad bets…

Yes,  I said that if the Cubs win the world series in the next four years I would shove a black dildo up my ass.  No, there was no counterbet where he would have to do the same if they didn’t.  Yes, the Cubs haven’t won a World Series in over 100 years and yes it’s still a stupid bet on my part.  


I also made a similar bet, in support of my beloved 49ers, stating that if they won the Superbowl the following year, I’d get a tattoo of Dwight Clark making the catch on my inner thigh (so his hands would be catching my balls when they swing.  Genius, I know).  When the 49ers failed to score against the Ravens from five yards out at the end of Superbowl 47 it was a bittersweet moment.  Yes, above all, I wanted the 49ers to win but at least I didn’t have to get the most ridiculous tattoo ever.  And yes, I’m a man of my word and I always follow through.

Going into this season the Cubs were considered to be contenders. Not only that, fate was working on their side  They were the team of destiny.  Marty Mcfly went to the future and already gave us the results and my butthole puckered every single time somebody said this was the Cubs year.  In baseball, especially in October, the team of destiny wins.  My Giants did it when it was their turn.  As did the Red Sox to end their curse.  You can’t fight destiny and I found myself on Amazon reading reviews for the best anal lube for my sweet virgin ass.  


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