Here I sit, brokenhearted. Came to poast and the site farted.
I realize I am just a “tag along” popping into the blog with my refined insults and bass ackward football analysis, but youse guys don’t have to throw me out on my ear.
Left a contact message as insurance if you mods read them. I guess we’ll find out. But then you can’t be sure of anything these days. I went to bed Sunday night fully confident the Fal-coons would win the SB, only to learn in the morning they had committed the biggest gaff in football history and not play the clock.
At least that’s what Mike McCarthy told me in a vision I had the other day. St Vincent was there as well, too upset to speak as his beloved sweep was never used in the second half.
This has been a sports year (plus) of firsts. Blind Cleveland Cavaliers find the nut and win the NBA. Chicago went out and shot the bad-luck goat to take home their first World Series. Even the Minnesota Wild look like they can take command of the NHL. And because Atlanta was so intent on “running up” the score, they committed the cardinal sin of omission, “Thou shalt burn clock”. This Commandment goes all the way back to Moses, written on the third tablet, the one that he broke, losing it and the others such as “Thou shalt not cornhole goats” and Thou shalt not allow gayes to sit on thy lap”. Such wisdom wasted.
Well, if you turds don’t want me around, you are all gaye and in love with each others butts. If you do, then I’ll know you are all gaye and in love with my butt.
I just need to know the truth, not matter how much you rub up against me. Will you still respect me in the morning?
At least Aaron and Olivia did.