All parts of the team are broken down.
More turnovers than those that come in an actual box of turnovers.
It looked hopeful for like 3 minutes there and then the portal to hell opened up and swallowed us whole.
I’m not even exaggerating. I saw Satan.
May your boobs shrivel up and fall off. Yours too, Mila.
It’s just a game. It’s not the end. There’s still hope. Don’t fling yourself from the Clemente Bridge. (Unless the Pirates don’t make the post-season, then fling yourself with gusto while screaming ARRRIBBBAAAAAA! the whole way down. The irony will be beautiful.)
We lost and it sucked, but it’s just football.
I know that. But that didn’t stop me from making some memes to make myself feel better.
And that’s all she wrote … about that heaping pile of pigskin garbage:
Seriously, Antonio. That shit is annoying. Knock it off and get back to the huddle.
That was badass and one of the few positives I can point out.
Pregnancy tests. Integers. Ions. Affirmations.
Hahahah! I’m punchy!
Next week. London against the 0-3 Vikings.
Here’s hoping we don’t drop a clanger and make arses of ourselves.
Rumpy pumpy and How’s Your Father?
Throw some shrimp on the barbie!
Did I do that right?