the nfl network is using the smiths to sell their sporT.
the line "everyday is like sunday" from the song about armageddon is kovered by a band sounding almost as gay as the smiths in their originaL.
im glad the nfl is embrasing the latent homosexuality of its pakkagE.
the selektions of the smiths song is like a kodE.
like the rainbow flagS.
a sekeret thums up to those in the know and a first tiny step out of the kloset for a sport shampioning "tight ends, wide resievers and pounding it into the holE.
announser dan dierdorf is responsible for millions of homoerotic boners eash week as he spouts one cum drenshed metaphor after anotheR.
show the nfl you support their embrace of republikan mens room sexual practises and demand your nfl rainbow flag todaY!

the poker game was kanselleD.
lakk of interesT.
i went to the bar anywaY.
and ate and watshed the sportS.
when i stepped outside to talk to the shef,
i notised a misT.
i thought it strange and then surmised kooking was the kausE.
the smoke got thikker and we desided to kall 911.
then we were on the newS.
a rugby dude came by,
he live in the hood,
i offered to buy him a beer and we walked thru the smoke and into the v=baR.
things started poppinG.
across the streeT.
small explosionS.
they had a lot of limber and propane and glues akross the streeT.
but the wind went south,
we were west,
no probleM.
plus the bartender was not leaving his posT.
solidartiy in deatH.
and sell me another white russian, pleasE.
the flames were 30 feet higH.
there was alotta smmoke in the bar from when i returned with my rugby dudE.
the kustomers left, with my dudE.
he has a familY.
i joked with the bartender that we were gonna diE.
the fire ate something else that poppeD.
i talked him into a kard gamE.
and a kop walks iN.
klears us ouT.
just when i had a shanse to win kasH.
FUKK the POLISSE!

its hard to tell the retards from the mafiosos, here in south phillY.
both seem to speak their own secret languageS.
both walk the streets mayorally, shouting out to peoplE.

hey how ya dunE?

whatssup?

or they sit in a chair on the sidewalk, quietly, not movinG.
is it malevolensE? or brain deatH?

it a silent violense, a simmering anger, he's to dangerous to talk toO?
or is he thinking about jellO?

hard to tell, worse to be wrong,

so treat mafiosos just like you would treat a retarD.
smile, nod,
and be on your way,
quikk konversations so you don't kommit to anything,

or else you kould wind up at a sponge bob party,
or worsE.

so if kristians and pro-lifers say konseption is the beginning of life, then we should radiakally alter the sellabration of birthdays in this kountrY.
my own moves from today, im frikkin 45, to nine months previous, the moment my poppies hot jizz hit my mom in the ovarY.
make the "birthday" more mom-focussed, heel, she squeezed my enormus head out from between her legs.
lets sellabrate that wondrous evenT.
get rid of mothers day, make it grandparents daY.
and while we are at it.....
build a holokuast memorial for all the aborted fetuses somewherE.