Jordan Farmar is Spoiled

He doesn't look it, but Jordan's terrified right now

LA Lakers point guard and fantasy disappointment Jordan Farmar has been blogging for Playboy recently, if you know what I’m saying, high five… oh he actually is just writing for them.  Anyway, one of his most recent entries detailed the perils of life as a superstar athlete at UCLA.  Perils is a word he would use, I’d use a word like, well, I don’t know, splendors of overwhelmingly hot poon?  Does that make sense?

With Leather has the most alarming excerpt here, but if you don’t want to exert yourself, I can just tell you that essentially, Jordan didn’t care for all the sexy, rich coeds at UCLA chasing after him and unscrupulously offering him sex. 

He says girls come to your dorm room, bringing you gifts and cards and hold up signs proposing marriage at games.  The horror!  This is a clear case of not knowing what you’ve got until it’s gone.  We need a “It’s A Wonderful Life” style intervention where Farmar gets to see what life is like for the non-athletes at UCLA.  With athletes hogging the attention of ladies at a 25:1 ratio, the normal guys are left with terrible odds and they actually have to work for attention.  Farmar probably has zero game, because his only line so far has been “Hi, I’m Jordan Farmar” while wearing his warm-ups.  Amazingly, that isn’t followed by “So?”  It’s instead followed by “I’m not wearing panties.” 

Hey Jordan, I’m sure it was a harrowing experience when a bunch of prospective Perfect 10 models were coming to your door propositioning you, but stop your bitching.  Some of us actually have to leave our room to sleep with models.

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