Business as usual. pic.twitter.com/LHEBDe3aWV
— Gritty (@GrittyNHL) February 4, 2020
Don’t bring that Kool-Aid to a grown man’s party, Sister! Add Nuns to the list of people who’s heads need to be on a swivel when Gritty’s lurking around. Honestly, the Sixers probably don’t need to get anyone at the trade deadline because they have a 7 foot orange monster living in the bowels of the Wells Fargo Center. He’s like Brian Scalabrine, but not worthless.
That lockdown defense by the way was impressive. Sister Margaret thought she could travel all over the joint, but Gritty was playing defense like Gary Payton re-incarnated. He probably talked some shit too. Told her that Jesus Christ was a figment of her imagination. Just rendering this nun useless.
Gritty can honestly get away with anything. He was acquitted of assaulting a 13 year old and now he’s out here just throwing his dick around in the face of a disciple of Jesus Christ. I bet you when Sister was saying the rosary this morning she didn’t expect Gritty’s cash and prizes to be all up in her grill. I know nuns are supposed to live under a vow of chastity, but can we check that nun to see if she’s pregnant with a 9lb 8oz orange monster?
And how about those animals behind him all cheering for Gritty. They turned on these nuns so easily, but that’s the Gritty Effect.