I’ve got a rock’n syndrome, and the only prescription is more shakuhachi flute.
It’s Matt Baker Time, bitches!
In other news, Kenny Chesney begins serving a four-game suspension for wearing a non-league sanctioned 6-pound belt buckle, and taping over his name on the back of his jersey and writing “Minnie Pearl” in its place.
Fortunately, Chesney was allowed to give the team the now-commonplace celebrity motivational pep talk. The theme was lucrative post-NFL career opportunities, with Chesney suggesting that the players use their free time now to write a catalog of mindlessly-patriotic ballads for future release, and getting to know Sean Hannity asap.
Game commentary follows, theoretically…
Kenny Chesney really loves America and his music protects our freedom from those who hate our American God and fruited plains and such. And I love the Catholicism the Saints bring to the table.
But on the other hand, I really love Cincinnati cops. Especially the SWAT team. And Cincinnati is far closer to the home state of my good friend Rick Santorum. I’m going with the Bengals.
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Yes, he killed some dogs.
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OMG Vick is a creep.
Yes, I have seen that commercial with Colston.
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A print Saints magazine is a horrible idea which will bankrupt you.
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That web stream does not have the express written consent of the NFL, and probably will not work.
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I will not be buying any oh-so-clever anti-Vick merchandise, but thanks for the heads up.
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What’s up fellas? You may remember me from such seasons as 2002. 12 runs for 19 yards bitches! Hold on a second, a customer just drove up. BRB
Welcome to Cincinnati everybody. Hey, how did that whole Brooks thing work out?
How’s been your career since I put a little hot sauce on your knee, Jeff?
Martin just tossed an INT, cut him! OMGlolol1111lll
As God is my witness, I thought turkeys could fly.
Sounding natural while reading from a script to open the pregame show is not my strong suit. But they won’t let me start drinking until I read it. Fuck.
We’re back, bitches.
Chuck Motherfucking Norris wishes he was me.
First quarter comment:
DEEEEEUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCEEEEE!!!!!!
Stop stroking it to my picture already.
Olindo Mare fears Skyler Green.
I always go no-huddle when cornholing.
Eat that, Haslett!
George Voinovich doesn’t care about black people.
It’s Jamie Martin time! Can you feel the excitement?
I’m thankful for the opportunity to show my mettle.
/rimshot
Woo! Nice thumbs, son.
My secret weapon is two first names.
:rolleyes: Bite me Jason David.
Do you want fries with that?
Fartin’ Martin’ to Stecker the Pecker!
My leg hurts.
fuck all of y’all
Back-ups should be just as good if not better than the starters. Let’s start Jaime Martin.
LOUD NOISES!!!!
Oops, my bad, this is my *real* name.
I just watched Rudi Johnson, Chad Johnson, Chris Perry, Willie Anderson, Skyler Green, and Deltha O’Neal put a beatdown on Mark Campbell. I’ve never seen Drew Brees, Mike Karney, Ben Archibald, Jon Stinchcomb, Bryan Young, and Scott Shanle put a beatdown on Keiwan Ratliff. :huh:
This just in: Ickey Woods just scored on our 4th stringers, tried to do his celebratory shuffle, and tore his ACL.
Coonass pussies
If anyone sees Vince Young please tell him I have his trophy that I need to return to him :huh:
Dat be harsh
I think I should design the Bengals uniforms. White belts, white shoes, orange and black plaid pants.
“Martin just tossed an INT, cut him! OMGlolol1111lll”
I am so glad that Jamie didn’t actually throw an INT. Because then, we’d be having to endure all these rabid-assed knee jerk calls on the board for him to be tossed on his ass. :rolleyes: