The chest pound Matthew McConaughey made famous in his one huge scene with Leonardo DiCaprio early in Wolf of Wall Street used to be the coolest, bro-est, most awesomely d–k-waving Alpha-male f–k-yeah thing in the world. Until Daniel Snyder broke it out in front of Matthew McConaughey at some event, transforming the move from awesome to insufferably wiener-ish with one lame smack of his hopelessly weak flailing girlie-fist.
Why Dan Snyder? Why must you ruin everything? Why can’t you crawl back into the Vicks-smelling nerd-hole you came out of, you pasty astigmatism-ridden racism-endorsing hairball of a human being? Get off my planet, Dan Snyder, and take your team with you.
Matthew McConaughey, how can you just stand there and let him do that? Pound that nerd McConaughey. Hit him so hard he forgets his name. From this image, I can only conclude that Matthew McConaughey has no balls whatsoever and is just another kisser of rich-white-man butt. And I thought McConaughey had some genuine Texas rebel to him. I thought he was the kind of guy who would put a geek in his place. Guess I was wrong.
Very disappointing, McConaughey. You are not a true bro. I don’t know what you are. Some kind of poseur bro. Comb your hair and put away your bongos, McConaughey. You are a khakis-and-Nickelback man from now on, like your buddy Snyder.