Get Ready For Me

There once was a Bulls fan. He was awesome. He had cheddar (cheese and money). He had bling. He had t-shirts. He had basketball shoes. He had it all...yet he was sad? Why was he sad? Why did he cry himself to sleep every night, after staring in the mirror for an hour? Why? Why? Why? The answer? He didn't. I made all of that up. Crying is for fucking pussies. Man up bitch. Chicago Bulls Basketball...It's the shit!

So...Mr. Advertising Executive...you think it's a good radio spot for Bulls' season tickets or what?

No?

Why?