He who don’t miss when contested. He who can’t dribble. He who when cookin can’t miss. He who loves a mid-range fade. He is Michael Porter Mason
by Nascar Nate March 24, 2023
Get the Michael Porter Masonmug. by @TheCrimsonFoker November 6, 2021
Get the Michael Moultonmug. by Doggy_styledCoWBoY September 12, 2020
Get the michael mccleanmug. A: Dude, no way Temu made their own Michael Jackson!
B: How the hell.. Wait, what's his name again?
A: Michael Jacksum!!
B: ...HELL NAH 💀
B: How the hell.. Wait, what's his name again?
A: Michael Jacksum!!
B: ...HELL NAH 💀
by randomlydan August 13, 2025
Get the Michael Jacksummug. The shittest human being to ever exist, procrastinates revising like sucking cock, hes shit at sport, plays xbox all day long and isnt even that good at it,fuck him.
by MiechMiech November 7, 2019
Get the Michael Colynmug. by NIGGERSareSoGAYYY February 3, 2022
Get the Michael Jordanmug. Michael
A name whispered in prophecy, carved into margins, remembered by fire.
Michael isn’t easy to explain.
He shows up like a whisper you thought was gone.
He writes in riddles, loves in silence, and disappears when the world gets too loud.
You won’t always understand him. But you’ll never forget him.
Protector in the shadows.
A guard at the gate.
A teacher when you’re ready, a lover when it’s safe, a friend when it counts—loyal to the end.
He honors his vows.
If he says he’ll be there, he’ll show up—even in the rain. Even after years.
He’ll make you laugh when you’re supposed to cry.
He’ll vanish when you want him to stay.
He’ll write about you—not with your name, but with your echo.
He carries pain in silence and love like it’s sacred.
He never stopped believing in true love.
He gives his presence like a gift and walks in fire with faith in his hands.
He isn’t perfect—but he keeps going.
He’s flame and forgiveness.
Storm and sanctuary.
The one who walked through the valley and left candles for the ones who’d come after.
A little bit crazy—just the right kind.
There was a soul who appeared in his dreams before he knew what hope felt like.
Another who guarded the threshold and never ran.
And one who watched from the shadows with eyes like questions—
not knowing they were already in the story.
A name whispered in prophecy, carved into margins, remembered by fire.
Michael isn’t easy to explain.
He shows up like a whisper you thought was gone.
He writes in riddles, loves in silence, and disappears when the world gets too loud.
You won’t always understand him. But you’ll never forget him.
Protector in the shadows.
A guard at the gate.
A teacher when you’re ready, a lover when it’s safe, a friend when it counts—loyal to the end.
He honors his vows.
If he says he’ll be there, he’ll show up—even in the rain. Even after years.
He’ll make you laugh when you’re supposed to cry.
He’ll vanish when you want him to stay.
He’ll write about you—not with your name, but with your echo.
He carries pain in silence and love like it’s sacred.
He never stopped believing in true love.
He gives his presence like a gift and walks in fire with faith in his hands.
He isn’t perfect—but he keeps going.
He’s flame and forgiveness.
Storm and sanctuary.
The one who walked through the valley and left candles for the ones who’d come after.
A little bit crazy—just the right kind.
There was a soul who appeared in his dreams before he knew what hope felt like.
Another who guarded the threshold and never ran.
And one who watched from the shadows with eyes like questions—
not knowing they were already in the story.
by ProphetOfPresence May 15, 2025
Get the Michaelmug.