Beefcake on display in the Land of Shit.The annual meat market known as the NFL Combine has finally arrived and hundreds of potential draft picks have arrived in the Land of Shit (aka Indianapolis) to be poked, prodded, and photographed shirtless. All the buzz is currently centered around the amazing water-jumping defensive end out of San Jose State, and it’s only a matter of time before incredible 40 times are verified and embarrassing Wonderlic scores are leaked. God damn, I’m fucking bored already.
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February 18th, 2009 at 10:38 am
That Pictah is a frawd. TAHMMY BRADY IS CARVED OUT OF CONCRETE CYANIDE!!
February 18th, 2009 at 10:39 am
Mike Mamula laughs at your ignorance.
February 18th, 2009 at 10:41 am
Concrete cyanide… I’d almost forgotten about that.
February 18th, 2009 at 10:49 am
Mandarich is of concrete cyanide.
Brady, apparently, is cut out of kit-kats.
February 18th, 2009 at 10:50 am
Tawmmy looked like he dropped the soap in the shower 20 minutes ago. Not a happy camper…nope not one bit.
February 18th, 2009 at 11:05 am
yeah, j4b.
… And it was Santonio Holmes ordering him to pick up the soap.
/Goes to wiki.
//Cofirms Brady played at Michigan
///Confirms Holmes was a Buckeye.
February 18th, 2009 at 11:05 am
Long night Tom?
February 18th, 2009 at 11:15 am
im guessing it was alphabetical order but still, brady being qb01 was pretty prophetic
February 18th, 2009 at 11:24 am
@j4b – That’s about the only spot they don’t probe during the combines, …………..yet.
It’s not easy to run a 40 with everyone yelling “Fresh Fish” at you.
February 18th, 2009 at 11:24 am
Little did anyone know at the time, this skinny prick would go on to impregnant bridget moynahan and bang Gisele.
in closing, Tom Brady, +1.
February 18th, 2009 at 11:29 am
But its football-related, instantly making it more relevant than 100% of the non-football-related news out there.
February 18th, 2009 at 11:33 am
That’s my quarterback, (sniff) but jeebus there’s a bit of a Bonds at Pittsburgh to Bonds at SF level change in Tawmy’s body. Not that he’s played with known PED afficionados. Oh, wait. Fuck. 3 rings. 3 rings.
/18-1.
February 18th, 2009 at 11:43 am
Gilbert = 1 part machine, 1 part bottle nosed dolphine, 1 part “the clear”
February 18th, 2009 at 11:49 am
Beats having to scrape the global warming off my windshield this morning.
Or having to help proctor the Wonderlic.
February 18th, 2009 at 12:13 pm
Baby blue boxers? Hmm, I always pictured Brady as a leopard spot thong kind of guy.
/Just realized “picturing Brady” and “thong” might not have been the best possible choice of words
February 18th, 2009 at 12:33 pm
It’s not easy to run a 40 with everyone yelling “Fresh Fish” at you.
Especially when Captain Hadley is poised to ram his baton up Brady’s ass.
February 18th, 2009 at 1:50 pm
“That sumbitch. … You tell him I think he’s a damn fool, Ed. You tell him I said so — H.I. McDunough. And if he wants to discuss it he knows where to find me … in the Maricopa County Maximum Security Correctional Facility for Men … State Farm Road Number Thirty-one; Tempe, Arizona. I’ll be waiting!”
February 18th, 2009 at 3:28 pm
I resent the implication that Indianapolis is the “land of shit”.
“Land of poop” is acceptable.
February 18th, 2009 at 4:06 pm
I actually can’t wait for the wonderlic score leaks. I really enjoy knowing which players are fucktards rather than just retards.