Fantasy Election Special, News, Mailbag

kotar says:

Spicy tacos good sirs. Taking a blast to the face with an explosive, duck-billed enchilada fart! The streets are dirty like downtown Donald Brown. Never play leapfrog with a unicorn, the black unicorn to the Pats. Turnt up with Gronk. The flint x-press has 25 superbowls to boast. You guys got stink on your face with eyebrows burnt like toast. Fantasy football me oh my. Fantasy football get your act together Marty McBry. Now that you are sitting there in the residual wafts of broken ass take a tip from the champ and draft Drew Brees in the 5th, hold your duck buttered tacos to your head with a clamp, shoot your arrows with touchdowns to Cooks in the fourth quarter for the win. It’s like this every year, again and again, bringing home superbowls while you guys elect a stank ass duck queef as your lower king. I gladly glide by fueled by fuego foul fowl bowel movements shot like a cannon (karlos williams) through the sky across the proverbial goal line in my mind. Tossing deep drops turned out like soft hands to Stefon Diggs, Teddy H2o spanking you with the white butler gloves – keep this rift clean as skeeters peter. Taking you and your tanking team out back, kicking you in the head like a Justin Tucker, straight through the uprights. Change your diaper bag and your flex to a true scat-back – no committy running Charcandrick West flapjack. Pour the syrup on thick with the Brockness monster stuffing the pigskin in the belly of Lamar Miller, easy now killer just learn and listen to how a superbowl champion farts out a Mexican fully cooked chicken dinner. I am telling you despite your nostril inflammation these are the nuggets of information that will stifle the fantasy football nation. Make sure you never join my league unless you can hold your breath all offseason. These are the players, picks, and draft slots you hombres need to take heed, scrape your leg, blow that San Francisco foghorn and catch up to Keith Marshall’s speed. Just an old man’s greasy chicken finger waiting to be pulled… Breshard Perriman. 86 the hairline, ladies play in my league please shave that shut your mouth and snag Danny Woodhead in the 9th as a sleeper pick. Bonjour! Your Spanish cuisine tunnels out your bum as intriguingly placed spice shot at bye week spot starts(Pierre Garçon) and warm, cheesy, queso sharts(Victor Cruz). Later today, after some nachos, I will work on filling in the information on my 2016 rookie running back tiers. Possible show idea?