You know how sometimes you’re scrolling through Instagram and see a picture of people have a good time and you decide that just can’t stand, that something must be done to stop other decent humans from going about their living? Some surely well-balanced person saw Cody Asche’s Instagram photo with his wife, Angie, and figured it’d probably been a while since someone wished death upon him and his entire family, and so they set out to fix that:
Excuse me, Personal_Sports_Coach: Cody’s been in the league four years, not six. Get your facts straight.
I will never understand the need for someone like ol’ PSC above to hide behind a private account with no name or picture and just be a piece of shit to someone you don’t know while patting yourself on the back or, more likely, tugging yourself to another solo climax. It’s the saddest existence I can think of, other than being one of those people who posts 50 hashtags with every picture– they’re actually worse.