All those lies and all that deceit when all it would have taken is four Jackson’s a month to keep his imaginary girlfriend alive and fake-cancer free. What a sucker that kid is, eh? Paying God knows how much for one non-internet photo and a bunch of late-night Jesus scripture pillow talk. Total clownnose. Twenty bills a week could have secured a BRAZILIAN (probably Catholic) girl that the Irish fans would have loved.
Plus since she lives in Brazil he could’ve made up all types of elaborate sob stories. Forget a car crash, can you imagine the sympathy Manti would have gotten if his girl was assassinated in Rio during an ass-shaking competition or sprayed with bullets from a renegade favela drug cartel? That’s the kind of impossible-to-check international Smokeshow fake girlfriend murder story that takes a kid from slow, non-tackling liar to a first round draft pick.
You live and you learn, I guess. Or your fake girlfriend dies and takes your career with her.