News of a Rick Pitino sexual "indiscretion" has covered the sports world over the past couple of days, as he admitted to:
“banging some crazy strange in the back of a greasy restaurant, followed by a hot and torrid exchange of abortion cash. I basically made it abortion-rain all day on this beeotch. Me, her, the cold, hard abortion cash. Makin’ it rain.”
The great part of the S.I. story is the title, “Pitino sorry, going to stay.” Really? You sure you don’t want to take a season off and sit on that frigid reality couch in your living room as your wife sharpens her Fuck You stare by the hour? You don’t want to skip the road trips for one-on-one candle-lit dinners serving hot dishes of Spaghett-i-will-fucking-murder-you?? You’d really rather hang with a bunch of kids who crush the college life than catch the USA viewing of Fatal Attraction with your sweetie-pie? I’m shocked, Rick. Really. I applaud you for toughing this one out, you courageous bastard.
There are many more fucked up details of this story, including the fact that he met with this woman to discuss everything at his co-worker’s house… and then the co-worker ended up marrying this psycho! Throw “bros-before-hoes” out the window for a second and run with me on this one. How about the “Bros-before-hoes-that-TGIFriday-Fuck-you, accept-abortion-money, claim-rape” clause??? Ever consider maybe taking a pass on this one, ya fuck-face? Unbelievable…
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