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I am posting this thread from the burger joint, in the middle of the night, while on an unpaid lunch break b/c I don’t wanna give thunderdan an opportunity to start the GameDay thread for the next 10 or so str8t weeks. ThunderDan thinks he’s so much better than yours truly b/c he’s a licensed CPA.
Inspired by the beauteous Olivia Rodrigo’s punk song, “Brutal,” especially the lyrics, “I’m so tired that I might/Quit my job, start a new life,” I recently interviewed for an entry level accounting position at Kohler Company. I was like, yo, I ain’t good at this formal interview shit, cos, I ain’t like to talk about myself. But I am a staunch subscriber of Belichickism. Pay me and I’ll seek to competently do my fucking job.
Suffice it to say, I wasn’t offered the gig. All I want at this stage of my life is a boring office gig that pays $50,000 annually. So that my ailing back and hip could heal. So that I could afford a humble smoke-free apartment. Maybe even ship a bride in from
Russia or Africa. Is that too much to ask for? Fuck!
Anyways, keep an eye out for hip-hop safety Taylor Rapp, a poor man’s Harrison Smith. What’s so fascinating about Rapp? Nothing, other than that he’s part Asian.
Let’s hope our beloved Pack make OBJ regret picking the bright lights of LA over the cold, dark and dull skies of Green Bay. Goddamn, OBJ woulda looked good in the Green and Musta Yella, in this is cruel universe and on Madden.
Ole Stafford remains my favorite QB not named the Great Arm of Butte. Stafford’s prodigious right arm remains a cannon. And despite the sumptuous wealth he has accumulated, the hombre remains as humble as the Prince of Bel-Air. Today, however, I am hoping Ole Stafford, a gunslinger through and through, throws 4 picks and 2 pick-6s
Packers 72
Muttonheads 0
Power to the Packers!
Inspired by the beauteous Olivia Rodrigo’s punk song, “Brutal,” especially the lyrics, “I’m so tired that I might/Quit my job, start a new life,” I recently interviewed for an entry level accounting position at Kohler Company. I was like, yo, I ain’t good at this formal interview shit, cos, I ain’t like to talk about myself. But I am a staunch subscriber of Belichickism. Pay me and I’ll seek to competently do my fucking job.
Suffice it to say, I wasn’t offered the gig. All I want at this stage of my life is a boring office gig that pays $50,000 annually. So that my ailing back and hip could heal. So that I could afford a humble smoke-free apartment. Maybe even ship a bride in from
Russia or Africa. Is that too much to ask for? Fuck!
Anyways, keep an eye out for hip-hop safety Taylor Rapp, a poor man’s Harrison Smith. What’s so fascinating about Rapp? Nothing, other than that he’s part Asian.
Let’s hope our beloved Pack make OBJ regret picking the bright lights of LA over the cold, dark and dull skies of Green Bay. Goddamn, OBJ woulda looked good in the Green and Musta Yella, in this is cruel universe and on Madden.
Ole Stafford remains my favorite QB not named the Great Arm of Butte. Stafford’s prodigious right arm remains a cannon. And despite the sumptuous wealth he has accumulated, the hombre remains as humble as the Prince of Bel-Air. Today, however, I am hoping Ole Stafford, a gunslinger through and through, throws 4 picks and 2 pick-6s
Packers 72
Muttonheads 0
Power to the Packers!
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