August 26, 2015
Woeful Woeful WT(N)F(L) Wednesday
Wow, there is a woeful, woeful, dreadful feeling in my territory today furiends!
HOLY COW, we heard last night that our Pittsburgh Steelers are talking with *gulp* that dreadful, horrible, dastardly Michael Vick. We can't believe it. Surely, this won't really happen.
PLEASE, MR TOMLIN, DON'T SIGN THAT RAT BASTARD!
*** For those of you who might not be aware, this sorry excuse for a human being was convicted of being involved in dog fighting. ***
In my house, if this happens, we will spend the football season hiding our heads under our terrible towels. Oh, the shame.
Please, no. I can't look. I don't even want to hear the sports news today...
I will wipe my butt with my Pittsburgh Steelers Terrible Towel if they sign that rat bastard.
No kidding...I'll do it!
My Mom went so far as to say some very unladylike and rather colorful HBO words. She pledged that if this happens, she will root for the biggest rivals ever...the Baltimore Ravens. YUP, we'll ditch our Steelers and be Ravens fans.
WTF in the NFL?!?
Oh, it will make for a quiet and miserable football season, my furiends.
Grr and Woof,
Sarge, Possible Ravens Fan *yikes*