Cavs1 said:
Hey Jigo...I thought you had already given up on the Browns and were finding a new team?? If so, why are you defending Braylon?
I feel like George Michael must have after he got arrested for showing his peepee to an undercover cop in a public restroom.
THIS WAS A SET-UP!!! How did I get here? I wasn't defending a Cleveland Brown on purpose. I tripped and fell into it!
I don't know what the hell I've been doing defending the Browns lately. In fact...I don't even watch the games cause they disgust me that bad. This team is going nowhere and they make me want to bite off chunks of my own ass and feed it by mouth to a gander of starving geese at the public park. This team makes me want to walk into a daycare and stab toddlers in the throat with a penknife while listening to every Bananarama song on a sparkling pink IPod except for their one "good" one.
I'd rather ride a one-legged ostrich into downtown Detroit wearing a neon green t-shirt that says "Fifty years ago we'd have had you hung up by your feet with a fork in your ass! Look theres a n$&%@r" than watch this team play another down.
I'd rather have the Micromachine man one on side of my face and Tom Cruise on the other debating over whether or not Richard Gere should get off of prescription drugs in order to stop himself from inserting tiny toy vehicles in his ass in order to clear out any lost hamsters.
The Cleveland Browns have subjected us to more cruelty and torture than Josef Mengele ever did to the Jews out in Germany.
Whenever I look out at our coaches, they remind me of toys. It looks like the Cavs are being coached by a gigantic Mr. Potato Head. Then the next day around noon I turn on the TV and say, "Wouldyalookathat! It looks like Grimace from the McDonalds commercials got a job coaching NFL football! What a fat slob of a purple beast!"
There has been several times that I've turned off a Browns game, wandered into my bathroom, lit several candles by the side of the tub, turned on "White Rabbit" on repeat, layed down in the tub and begged my girlfiend to throw in the radio when the Rabbit peaks.
Sometimes when its third and long, I lay a little over/under down on exactly how far in front of the sticks we'll throw the ball expecting that the receiver will somehow escape a prison-rape tackle in order to actually get the first down and keep the drive alive. I always end up losing that game no matter what happens!!
You happy?