Just a random observation - this cunt is supposed to be a promoter, but he actually only 'promotes' anything while stuffing ginger Irish balls into his fat fucking face. As if Conor needs any help. The excuse that people normally make for this piece of shit is 'yeah he lies but that's his job - he's a promoter', then sure, get out there and lie. Tell the world that the random lunch lady you've decided to make your headliner for an MSG card can castrate a Polar Bear with a flick of her hair and cure cancer.
But that's the thing, not only is he a disgusting disgrace to mankind, but he's also lazy as hell and doesn't actually do his job when the situation actually calls for him to do his best P.T Barnum impression and actually sell some snake oil to dipshits. What even is his purpose any more, other than to serve as the living embodiment of all that is wrong with the world?
But that's the thing, not only is he a disgusting disgrace to mankind, but he's also lazy as hell and doesn't actually do his job when the situation actually calls for him to do his best P.T Barnum impression and actually sell some snake oil to dipshits. What even is his purpose any more, other than to serve as the living embodiment of all that is wrong with the world?
