
I love reading fantasy mailbags. I have no clue why. I’ve long disputed that idea that no one cares about your fantasy team. I care. I like the idea of hearing which players you have, and then judging your value as a human being based on the roster you’ve assembled. I also like mocking people in fantasy mailbags who ask idiotic questions, like, “Should I trade Clinton Portis for Wes Welker?” Of course you should. I assume you’re from Billerica, yes?
The problem with most fantasy mailbags is that they’re run by self-serious jocktards like Matthew Berry (don’t dare call him Matt). Berry (who, according to a friend of the site, is quite the fan of telling complete strangers that the girl who just walked by had really great tits) is the kind of jackass who gives himself his own fantasy guru nickname. I mean, really. “The Talented Mr. Roto”? That might be a good name for a Styx album, but it’s a pretty damn gay way of branding yourself there, fella.
We’re all fantasy players here, so it’s time we set up a fantasy mailbag of our own. Of course, this being KSK, we can’t simply abide by having a normal fantasy mailbag. If you’re looking for fantasy advice that will prove useful to winning your league, you’re in the wrong place.
However, if you need someone to blame after a particularly awful loss for guiding you in the wrong direction, we’re the men for you. It’s hard to be decisive when you’re playing fantasy football. You need someone who will help you make choices, and then to serve as a useful scapegoat once those choices go horribly awry.
And, while we’re here, let’s help you out in the ol’ bedroom as well. Because we can’t talk about football without talking about penises as well.
Yes, we’re proud to announce the advent of the KSK Fantasy Advice/Sex Advice Mailbag. Email us here with any questions you have about your fantasy team, AND about your sex life. We’re non-certified, self-proclaimed experts in both fields! Each Thursday, we’ll post the best questions and give you the good, HARD advice you need so very badly. Should you bench Marmalard this week? Are you too girthy for your girlfriend’s very narrow vagina? KSK CAN HELP!
Don’t have a problem with your sex life? Yeah, right. You’re reading a BLOG. You need all the help you can get, mister. Even if you have no sex problems, make one up. That way, we can still find a way to talk boobies. And no one like talking boobies more than us!
So send us those emails. Dr. Drew and company are here to keep your fantasy team, and you, on top. Unless you’re a bottom, like Brady Quinn.


So you’re basically doing your version of Pot Psychology? All right then.
I keep hearing about something called “the Thirsty Persian”. Is that sex or football? Urban Dictionary isn’t any help on this one.
@ Rocco: it does go back after a watermelon is squeezed through a lemon sized slot, you just don’t ever get to use it again. Unless of course she wants another baby and then history repeats itself. It’s kind of like the directions on the back of a bottle of shampoo that nobody follows.
/I only know that shampoo part because I always has to have something to read while on the throne. Drastic times call for drastic measures. I know all about the ADA recommendations for toothpaste cavity prevention too.
KSK’s advice for every query: Masturbation! Masturbation! Masturbation!
@claude balls — feel free to open with a “nightmare fuel comment” tag next time
Can there be a forum dedicated solely to Larry Johnson’s women-punching technique? Please?
More Bitchy Wednesday tags please. I think it’s a nice complement to Sexy Friday.
@bodach: Oddly enough, it goes back after that. So I’ve been told.
This sounds like an excellent idea.
Vagina enlargement surgery? Free with child.
does it have to be fantasy football and sex advice? Like, “there’s 15 minutes left to switch my roster and my kicker has a bye week but my wife wants a flaming amazon fucking now. What do I do?”
Vagina enlargement surgery = black guy with white chick.
I hope this means that you will limit all fantasy football references and discussions to the Fantasy Mailbag posts.
That way, those of us who recognize fantasy football as the gayest thing ever associated with football (I’m talking gayer than Jeff Garcia giving Troy Aikman a reach around or Peter King and John Madden nude wrestling for the honor of tossing Bret Favre’s salad) know which posts to skip while looking for the funny.
Vagina enlargement surgery is worse than genocide.
Congrats for running the NFL.
fixed.
Sex advice from Dwight Schrute?
OHHH YEAHHHH!
This is great. I have been getting my sex advice from Catholic priests. All they want to talk about is what a vagina looks like and little boys. It’s time I made a change.
Sex = good. (with members of the opposite sex)
Fantasy Football = gay. (as in members of your own sex)
Buncha limp-dicks who never played any real sports. Congrats for ruining the NFL.
That is all.
I believe the remedy for the girth/volume dilemma referenced above is vagina enlargement surgery
/guffman’d
@ Futuremrs.
I don’t catch your drift, please explain.
So…I got this girl I am seeing and she is complaining because my penis is shaped like……oh wait…I am suppose to email this right?? My bad
Needs more Andy Behrens. He can roto my wire any day of the week, IF YOU CATCH MY DRIFT.
This is one of those ideas that’s so dumb it’s awesome. Like filling up galoshes with Everclear and walking around in them all day to see if you can get drunk through your feet. You can, by the way.
Next post on KSK: coaching advice from Brad Childress!
Taking sex advice from KSK is like taking coaching advice from Brad Childress.
Love this idea, but y’all should be patient. This seems like the kind of feature that could take a while to really catch on. But what the fuck do I know, I drafted Torry Holt and Nate Burleson.
Matthew Berry talking about his ex-girlfriends from Hollywood is like a certain Bus Driver talking about Ms. Veronica Vaughn.
Matt (yeah, I said it) Berry has a wide stance. But a very narrow mind.
“ideas bound to go horribly awry” indeed.
Matthew Berry loves public airport restrooms.
Fuck Bricka! Tooksbury rules!