Kill, we must, for the Breesus demands it of us.
Now, don’t you enjoy yourselves too much, New Orleans. Brian Williams is on the lookout for adult beverages.
PEOPLE IN NEW ORLEANS HAVE BEVERAGES. I repeat, PEOPLE IN NEW ORLEANS HAVE BEVERAGES.
I think I even saw a couple of Heinekens.
I don’t want to be that dick who says unfunny things on a funny site, but virtually every team in the NFL runs the kill concept, where two plays are called in the huddle and if the first isn’t there it’s “killed” and the second one is run.
Clearly Drew decided that none of the options were worthy of either unification by law nor fornication with him, so he just decided to wipe all three out and start the process anew.
No Fuckin’ mailbag?
Brian must have killed killed killed some of Tracy Jordan’s leftover poon tang after the home team won in the most unspectacular fashion possible.
@Load. Really? That’s amAzing.
This what I try to tell people, but they insist that Brees is a peaceful man. A peaceful man doesn’t compel millions to drunken revelry then slam their bodies into foreign orifices as a sacrifice.
This is why I plan on holding a burning of multiple copies of the Saints playbook next week.
“Kill kill kill!”
Rex Ryan is now gay for Brees