(Door Flies Open)
Phillip Rivers: You Better Ask Somebodaaaaaaaay!!!!
Peter: Oh, Fuck, It's Marmalard!
Phillip Rivers: Why the large head, Cheesedick? You look like Jesus just bible thumped your asshole!
Peter: Arian Foster is back from his hamstring injury and is going against the Dolphins defense. I'm worried I might lose.
Phillip Rivers: Lose what? You look about as football ready as that limpdick Cutlerfucker in Chicago. Do they even make Helmets in your size?
Phillip Rivers: Oh, you mean that fantasy football fucktardery don't you? Well don't worry because you've got King Laserface, slayer of the wicked and impregnator of good Christian women to see you through. With the power of my Jesus-arm I will lead your homosexual World of Warcraft football team to glorious victory in His name.
(Throws a Canoli to Peter that comes down after the SuperBowl. Prays to have more children)
Peter: (Drinks 12 beers) At least I've still got Chris Johnson...(Drafts someone because their name makes him laugh)
I hate fantasy football
ReplyDeleteAnd Judging by the way your team sucked today, it hates you!
ReplyDeleteFirst Colston and Foster, then Charles, and now Shipley? What the fuck?
ReplyDeleteKissing Suzy Kobler called and they want their Marmalard back
ReplyDeleteSee what happens when you fuck with the Big Giant Head?! I doubt Charles will be tweeting a picture of his MRI.
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