Hey look, the Eagles won last night. Against the NFC West leading Arizona Cardinals. Go figure. They were due. Any by “due” I mean the Cardinals were primed to fold like a lawn chair on national television. That team is like ten miles of bad road.
Just. Plain. Lame.
From: The Ethnic
Jonny, as an Eagles fan you need to see this. It’s not pleasant, but it must be done.
I don’t know what’s worse: That fat Quaker bastard Billy Penn ruining my life or seeing Westbrook get brought down by his jockstrap.
I think I just threw up in my mouth. A little bit.
Let’s see, if they can round out the year by beating the Giants on the road, Cleveland at home, Redskins @ Washington and Dallas at home… No way. They ain’t making the playoffs. Even if they did, they’d get their asses handed to ‘em in the first round. It’s over.
I hate you Billy Penn. And I mean that. Not like that crack I took at the Dead in the comment section yesterday. That was drunken bull talk. This is for real. You fucking suck. If I knew where you were buried, I’d piss on your grave. It’s a good thing for you (and your grave) that I’m too damn lazy to google.
Ok, I googled. I’m full of shit. I’m not that lazy. Lazy as all hell, yes. But not eighteen keystrokes lazy.
It’s a good thing for you, Billy Penn, that I am too lazy to fly across the pond, to rent a car, to drive it on the wrong side of the road, to read a map, to find your grave, to drink eight pints and then to piss all over myself while trying to piss on your grave. You have better just hope I don’t win the lottery or find motivation under a rock somewhere in the next few weeks. You have been warned.by