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You ain’t got Drew Bledsoe to kick around anymore

That’s right haters, I am so out of this joint. I don’t need this shit anymore, so you can all just slag off and die for all I care. Jerry Jones wants to go it with Mr. Fumbley McFumble Fingers, that’s just a-okay with me, cause I’m Drew freakin’ Bledsoe. I’ve quit better jobs than this one.

Yeah, I took teams to two, count ‘em two, Super Bowls. How many you got, Romo? Oh, too busy running around with blonde bombshells to answer, huh? Well there were no starlettes for ol’ Drew Bledsoe, no sir. I was too busy studying film and practicing plays for any of that crap. That’s how I got to be so damn good. So all you suck meats in Dallas think Flashy McFlash In The Pan can get you to the promise land? Good luck brother, you’ll need it.

Oh and to Bill Parcells, hey, thanks for all the love and support you dick fart. There was a time when popular opinion couldn’t bend your flabby head, but I guess those days are over. Maybe it’s a good thing you retired, old man, you’re getting soft in the head. I always knew you’d leave the Cowboys in a shambles; score another one for Drew. And if you decide to come out of retirement again, please forget you ever knew me. I don’t need your shit anymore, either. ‘Cause I’m Drew freakin’ Bledsoe.

Peace out, suckas.

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