Everything in this post before the jump on this post is SFW. After that, you’re on your own. 

 


JETS PRACTICE FACILITY, LAST WEEK

[team walks in from practice]

Alan Faneca: Good practice, everyone. We’re really gonna be ready for Sunday. 

Eric Barton: Yeah, way to go guys. [gets to his locker] Hey, what’s this bag doing here? Did someone bring me a poorly wrapped gift? 

Brett Favre: Ah, yennow wut Eric isawdat ondastreet innitmameethinka yoo. Yoogunna injoyit, lemme tellya.

Eric: Aw, thanks, Brett. I love this team. I can’t wait to…hey…what’s…what’s in here? Is that a bird?  

Dustin Keller: I checked it. It’s not what you think it is.

Brett: Heyderr rook, yaneedt’bee keepinow demthangsdat dunkonsurnya eryoogunna tay kuwuppin, lemme tellya. 

Eric: [opens bag] AW SHIT MAN, IT IS A DEAD BIRD!

Bird: [doesn't say anything. it's dead]

Eric: [to Dustin] You said it wasn’t a bird!

Dustin Keller: I thought he brought some old Packers jerseys for everyone. You really thought it was a dead bird?

Eric: [to Brett] Why the fuck you stick some dead shit in my locker?

Dustin: I like jerseys. 

Eric: Shut up! 

Brett: Aw, cummonthere Bartyboy, yew justa biggol rube. Dungettall snippety-whippety now. 

Dustin: Don’t open the bag! 

[Eric opens it, dead animal stink permeates the locker room. Everybody laughs.] 

Faneca: Haha, that smells horrible!

Kris Jenkins: That smell is making my stomach curdle! Hilarious!

Lavaerneus Coles: This is way better than my childhood!

Dustin: Damn, Eric, you just got pwned. That means “owned.”

Eric: I KNOW what the fuck it means, cracker! I said Shut Up!

Mike Nugent: Hey, what the fuck is that smell?

Eric: That’s your game, bitch! Go back to your locker and shut up!

Brett: Oh manitellyoo whut, dem whileturkis gonestank tilda cowscumhom instart watchinyerteevee inaint givinupdat clicker, lemme tellya.

Eric: Oh, alright, Brett. You got me this time! Put ‘er there, teammate!

[Brett and Eric shake hands, Brett walks out]

Eric: [seething] Just you wait, you hickass motherfucker, I’m gonna get you back good!

Dustin: Who are you talking to?

Eric: I SAID! Shut yo mouth!

Brett: [coming in from practice] Heythere y’all didreal guudoutdere enpracktiss annaye…fellas?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Petey: Hey there, Bretty boy.

Brett: O goodnessgraciousakes alive, I reckontheresa farmnottoofaryonder thatlostita prize pig. Lord’ve mercy!

 

Petey: So big fella…ready to punch your ticket to Canton?

Brett: [sighs] Daggunnit I ainevergunna eat thanksgivinturkee agin.