Six short weeks and they’ve already achieved prima donna status, bitching about Comedy.com’s accommodations in his fancy dancey suit and tie. Back in late August, you didn’t have a pot to piss in or a green headband to wrap around it. And let me tell you: Blogger’s no Swiss picnic either, pally. The cafeteria only has Sun Chips instead of Doritos. Can you fucking believe that? Might as well be working for the Iraqi Army.
However, I’m all for their “fuck you, Todd ‘Shit’ Heap” policy, not only as someone who has the misfortunate of having that fucker on both my fantasy teams, but also someone who hates the Ravens as a matter of course. Fuck you, Purple Whitey!