Tough, lame, and yadda yadda yadda. It's done though. Did I talk out my culo? I think not. Cleveland showed grit. One master faithful Brown endured, and rightfully so. Like zits, the complexion of this game changed with one application of Stri Dex!
Is this...uh...throw me another shot baybee? Or whut? I throw in the .38 Special photo cuz...We Want U Back Where You Belong...BIATCH! Am I in the sayyyy owwwth...er...whut? We done hung on to da bitch...eh? Too cool.
How do I apply meself now? EZ. After hangin' out with Interpol A Listers in the Soccer mi down world, without e ven knowin', what do I do now in Portland and one sole Cleveland fan...shake the mutha fuckahs hand. We r rawkin' at Claudia's. Hey...real world bloggers...this is what we do, and we can say anything. Remember "Say Anything?" Where dafux is the keymaster? Wasn't real then...tisnt now. And ya'll can't beat us. Like I could attach myself to Bruce Lee and pretend. I attach to San Diego and levitate. Just a little.
Its either real or like Team America...Promise you'll never die!
Oh, I forgot. Just took that M f n Starlight train. Back from SoCal. I flipped McAfee again, your down for another loss Raidahs. Oh, and you'll give up a minimum of 2 TD's to LT. I pass this stadium on purpose. Just my way. Like Morris Day, my trip wasn't 4 everyone, just the sexy people! A merry cuh, have you heard? Bad ass team throw ya the bird! Take one more drink...or die. Our defense without'all slit ya.
I will mention Santa Ana winds near Hollister Ranch and hearing John Lennon's "Imagine" on my return trip. I, contrary to your beliefs, did not inhale. But 3 others did, and they were escorted by the police to their destiny.
Who we got next week? Oh, I know. I just forgot. That freakin' Patron' man...freakin' Patron'.
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Hey Bolts,
A group of us are trying to work out the logistics of setting up a new Pigskin Bloggers page with a different server. You certainly know once we get it up and running.
Big Blue
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