Friday, July 27, 2007

It's football season!

At least Chase picks a good time to get hurt and end the Phils' season. Because today, veterans report to Lehigh for Eagles camp. The best six months of the year begin now.

As your football-season/festivus present, dear readers, I got you something special: Donovan McNabb's blog! Get in on the ground floor, before everybody's talking about it. In six months he'll be posting pictures of his MVP.

Click here, then press apple + D (ctrl + D for you suckers still using Windows).

And before you make some snarky remark, Seth, you don't have to feel left out. I hear Hasselbeck's hot bitchy wife keeps a blog for him on the View's website.


Anonymous said...

you're just upset because you could never tag her. hey, check out my response to McQueef's blog. I'm comment 12 under his riveting, "Every Day Should End With A BBQ," a piece I found troubling because of it's insensitivity to vegetarian Hindus.

Anonymous said...

sweet, i've already been censored. i guess the mcnabb people aren't just anti-Hindu, they're also fascists. You can still read the post though if you click 'view'. Basically, I advise McNabb to stop eating so much because he's a fatso.

Pepe B. Secessionist said...

Jesus. Moaning about "censorship" already. Do you need a tissue, Ph.D. boy? Don't you remember what we learned in Baltimore: Stop Bitching, Start a Revolution!

You're like a 12-year-old boy in a ... well, a 12-year-old boy's body.

Anonymous said...

good point Mr. Stanford, except you forgot to address the anti-Hindu vegetarian population of the world, which would roughly be about 920 million, that McQueef excluded by saying that everyday should be a bbq day.

And by the way, there's an 11 inch part of me that's nothing like a 12-year-old-boy. How else do you think I'd get lucky enough to be with my beautiful wife? Here's the thing Gina, I don't have to spend my life in a gym to look good when it counts. But, I guess if you're deficient in that area....

catfishvegas said...

Forget about that QB nonsense, the Greg Oden blog is where it's at:
"The next night when i woke up i had a puddle of blood where i was sleeping. It was in the spot where my puddle of slobber is usually at."