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The Panthers remind me of my girlfriend's two cats, fat, gross, unlikeable, smelly, fat, hardly ever introspective, lazy, without charm, bilious,...
We need a linebacker with like some human appeal. Like a guy who can talk well, and maybe has hobbies, like kite-surfing. You tell me you see some...
You ever been shot in the knee? It hurts, OK. He has to wake every morning and touch that spot, like a sore tooth with your tongue, you can't help...
We gonna win out, except for 2 games, but take those out, like remove the ribs now off the plate, and we gonna win out like a big ol' olive salad,...
CJ gonna run like a oily cup of coffee, so bad he's good now, gas station coffee all caterwhomping through the intestines, the Jaguars eviscerated...
Jake is erratic but so is my girlfriend and I like her. When she throws things at windows (like my dachshund, for example) I think, Jake, Jake...
Everyone needs to chill out. I sold Kenny a French Horn and a bottle of grape cough syrup on Thursday. He's in Memphis. I know.
The only games worth watching ever are Titans games. 9 beers, half a bottle of cough syrup, and some Pop-Tarts. I call that a Thunder Sunday! Boom.