"I've looked into Wade's eyes... on my 60-yard HD Jumbotron. I've invited him into my gorgeous new office, and sat next to him in the 500-gallon hottub I got in there, and we've had great strategy sessions. I've drafted all the best players for him. And even Jason Witten. I've had sex with his wife. I know everything there is to know about Wade, and let me tell you, let me be perfectly clear, Jason Garrett is a person I trust." #wadephillips
Son, we live in a world that has whores and those whores need to be fucked by men with fame. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Miles Austin? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You laugh at Jessica Simpson and curse her whole family; you have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that Simpson's retard vagina, while tragic, probably got me off repeatedly in Los Cabos, and that my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, is to be gotten off by retard whores. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties you want me on that whore, you need me on that whore. We use words like low IQ, silicone tits, chlamydia. We use them as the backbone of a life trying to achieve something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very entertainment I provide and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said "thank you," and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest that you pick up a whore and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to.
10/16/09
So you're telling me there's a chance.
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John Walsh's ears are burning.
09/09/09
Son, we live in a world that has whores and those whores need to be fucked by men with fame. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Miles Austin? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You laugh at Jessica Simpson and curse her whole family; you have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that Simpson's retard vagina, while tragic, probably got me off repeatedly in Los Cabos, and that my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, is to be gotten off by retard whores. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties you want me on that whore, you need me on that whore. We use words like low IQ, silicone tits, chlamydia. We use them as the backbone of a life trying to achieve something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very entertainment I provide and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said "thank you," and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest that you pick up a whore and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to.
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You might even say that he's making an escape goat out of them.
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09/09/09
He promised to get a blow job from one of his superior officers?
09/09/09
A white quarterback is all like, "Pardon me, chap, as I toss this pigskin downfield to my compatriot."
But a black quarterback is all, "Shiiiiiiittt motha fucka I'm slangin' this bitch all over the field!"
09/09/09