Good lord. GOOD LORD.
By way of DirecTV and FTW comes ‘Football On Your Phone,’ or “what happens when Peyton and Eli Manning have to advertise the fact that you can watch football on a telephone and pretend they’re the Lonely Island.”
No words. They should’ve sent a poet.
Archie Manning in a throne. Desecration of the memory of Alexander Graham Bell. Golden footballs. FOOTBALLS ON YOUR PHONE.
In times like this, I can only offer sincere gratitude to the men and women who made this possible. I can also spend the next hour trying to get the image of Peyton Manning with his dick in a box out of my brain. I mean, they didn’t give it to me, but it’s there.
BRB, ordering DirecTV immediately.
