Shit, Larry can have my balls, I'm not doing anything important with them anyway ...

After the joygasm of winning America’s Cup back, Larry wants to buy hisself an NBA team – at his terms of course. The owner of the Wizards, Chris Cohan has been trying to play hardball over the price, but now Larry may buy another team and bring it to San Jose, just to bust Cohan’s balls and deflate the value of his losing franchise.  You don’t mess, with Ellison, Cohan, he eats cows testicles for breakfast with a side of Tibetan goat nads –

Where the fuck do you get all this info about me, do you follow me around like a stalker or something? I'm beginning to like you, Lastangelman, you fascinate me ... like a cancer on my tuckus!

there’s testosterone shooting out Larry’s eyeballs like hot rivers of scalding liquid fire – he will have yours on a plate as an hors d’oeurve before he boffs another double nickel of stewardesses then onto themain course of lobsters, steak and a bevy of  platinum haired Argentine limbo dancing contortionists and wizened Balinese  one eyed snake handlers. You’re doomed, Cohen, doomed.