Well F*ck. Just F*ck Everything.
It was already a banner day in Hell today, as this marks the scheduled premier of Joe Buck Live on HBO. But just in case that wasn’t enough of Karma’s big, dirty dick for you to choke on, it was announced today that Brett Favre will rub his nasty, old sack in your face too, by appearing on the show tonight with Joe.
I normally do a pretty good job of avoiding things that piss me off. You never could have caught me watching The Nanny, or anything with Richard Gere in it, and consequently I had no reason to be angry about these people. But I like football, and it’s my job to follow how the media covers things in sports, and you know just as well as I do how much play this fucking interview is going to get all over the networks.
It will be like if Two Girls One Cup was the feature topic of conversation on ESPN for the next week. Except with more shit eating. Seriously, I’d rather hear my 93-year-old grandmother talk about her sex life for a week than endure the clips of these ass hats stroking each other’s egos.
If Favre and Buck aren’t the largest conglomoration of egos since the Yalta Conference I’ll pull my dick out by the roots. And that only wins because there were three of them there. Anyway, looks like an angry liquor night. I’d curse at God, but it’s things like this that convince me I’m just wasting my breath.
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