I always thought that part of owning an NFL team was having fuck-you money. And the point of having fuck-you money is that you can throw dollars at people to make asses of themselves for your personal enjoyment. So why Cowboys owner Jerry Jones subjected himself to doing a Papa John's commercial, I don't know. Unless they offered him free Papa John's pizza. Who can turn something like that down? The man's not made of stone. Plastic tubing, botox, and cobra venom, maybe — but not stone.
(Thanks to the boys at Kissing Suzy Kolber for sharing.)