Sunday, November 12, 2006
Hey Ben, throw a bitch a bone, ok?
Hehehehe, I said bone.Dear Big Ben:
Y'all are playing the Saints today. THE SAINTS, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE. Other than this year and then some random year back in the 80s I think, they have sucked hard core. There is no reason why y'all can't win this. I know at this point I have a better shot of winning back my virginity than you do of even finishing up at .500 this season, but seriously dude. I am fixin to fly up there and kick the shit out of your titanium jaw.
Gracias.
I tried to bet my friend's hubs on the game but he said no. I wanted him to wash my car if my boys win, but he quickly backed off. I smell fear. Could not possibly be all the dog snot on the inside of my windows from Gage getting so excited when I take him in the car that he does this really lovely projectile sneezing thing, right?
No, I think it's fear.
Pussy.
Labels: Football
Elizabeth at 3:18 PM