Showing posts with label John Kerry throws like a youknowwhat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John Kerry throws like a youknowwhat. Show all posts

Thursday, February 26, 2009

John Kerry Suggests Not Breathing on Tom Brady


In a wide ranging, and surprisingly silly interview, former presidential candidate and current Senate Foreign Relations Committee Chairman John Kerry lets would-be pass-rushers opposing the New England Patriots know how things would be if he were president... for a moment:
Q: You’re president of the United States for enough time to make only one executive decision. What is it?
A: Any opposing player who sacks, tackles, touches, breathes on or looks directly at Tom Brady is declared an enemy combatant.
Now this scenario is unlikely to ever occur, but as Chairman of the Senate Foreign Relations Committee, don't forget the fact that John Kerry has the power to write a sternly worded letter.

But he is correct in a sense. In order to protect our most treasured national treasures, we sometimes must impose sweeping and outlandish punishments to deter attacks. So the logical solution here is to put Brady under bulletproof glass and allow him to only be viewed at specific times in a controlled environment. If it's good enough for the constitution, it's damn good enough for Tom Brady.

Either that, or he could be encased in Carbonite a la Han Solo. He'd be shielded from contact and it probably wouldn't affect his mobility much at all.

[via Politco's Answer This]


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Wednesday, March 19, 2008

What Was I Thinking!?

by Matt Ryan

God my mouth is stinging. But I am SOOOOOO buzzing right now. I can't believe NFL players really put this much Skoal in their mouth - you can barely see it on TV. Glad I talked to Brohm last night or I would've looked totally stupid. Lucky he called me and mentioned it! Oh maaaaaannnnn my head is lighter than Lara Flynn Boyle with raging dysentery.

ComeonMattyComeonMatty.... This is the big time. You knew you couldn't lay around with Herm all day. This is it, this is THE throw. Don't worry about anything. This feels good, so effing good. I'm gonna freaking huck this thing 200 yards. There's gonna be a new sex cannon in town, bitches. Woah, did I just swear? That's so cool. I've never done that. Dude, F this "All-American" image in the A!

Poopie! Cucka!

OK, here it comes... gotta project toughness, consistency, and a winning attitude. Maybe if I channel that other Boston legend, that fixture of rough-and-tumble combat... Wait... What's my hand doing? Why is it....


Oh Fuckballs.