Sexy Friday Rides Into Town Early
06.04.10
“Hello, ladies. Look at your man. Now back to me. Now back at your man. Now back to me. Sadly, he isn’t me. But if he stopped using lady-scented body wash and started smoking cigars on a farm, he could smell like he’s me.
“Look down. Back up. Where are you? You’re on a boat with the man your man could smell like. What’s in your hand? Back at me. I have it: it’s an oyster with two tickets to that thing you love. Look again: the tickets are now diamonds! Anything is possible when your man smells like tobacco, sweat, and whiskey.
“I’m on a horse.”
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Drunk Joe Namath went to town,
Riding on a pony,
Fucked Dutch Fists mom and smacked her ass then said “BITCH MAKE ME A SANDWICH”
/real proud of self for this
Worst Sexy Friday ever? Worst Sexy Friday ever.
/still jerks one out of spite? Still jerks one out of spite.
The “Drunken Joe Namath” tag kinda implies that he’s ever sober. I’ll bet he blows a 0.14 when he first wakes up in the morning.
So……who complained this week?
This will really bring in the female page views.
I heard Joe used to make a cocktail out of antifreeze, rubbing alcohol and pina colada mix.
He called it the Weeb Ewbank.
It’s a drunk ass on top of a horse!
Just whip out some Sterno, or cough syrup, maybe some cooking vanilla…Namath wouldn’t give a shit.
To diminish Joe Namath because his stats mirror Trent Green’s is to expose your utter Simmons-esque-Stupidity for all to see.
Nothing I can write will pierce the cloud of douche that surrounds you. Suffice to say however, that while I am an arsehole, I can always be a nice guy (when it suits me). You will always be the one who channeled his inner fektard.
@ Claude Balls
The better argument is that Grant and Namath would be natural drinking buddies. Though I have serious doubts about the ability of the North to produce enough whiskey to satisfy both men at the same time.
Is it a pit bull farm? Because that’s sexy as hell.
Make fun all you want, but in his day, all your moms wanted to fuck him.
Some may have.
/assume mine didn’t but…
What did we do to deserve this?
A bama boy like Namath would most assuredly be on General Lee’s staff.
Two responses:
1) Don’t let the fact that Joe went to Alabama fool you. He was born and raised in western Pennsylvania. Wikipedia. Beaver Falls to be precise.
B) I always pictured Joe as more of a pitcher than a catcher.
Broadway Joe: women want him and men want to be him…
although I am not exactly sure why…
Rex Ryan: Namath, your new nickname is HORSECOCK. I bet all your little girlfriends choke on that big old glue chorizo, don’t they Horsecock?
Namath: aararkjkjkjappkkgg /burps
Rex Ryan: HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEYYYY! Our boy Horsecock is going to fuck like a champion tonight! Bring it in, men!
Jesus, look at that hairy beast. Joe’s going to need a good grooming before being put back in the barn.
Yeah… he really needs to be in some kind of uniform, or cowboy getup. Here, he just looks like a dirty hippie on a horse.
Proof that having a good publicist, big balls, and a drinking problem can turn a player who was about as good as Trent Green into a fucking legend.
Finally, a homosexual friendly post on KSK!!!
One front hoof up, one back hoof up? He was wounded in battle. Or in a barfight at a Chili’s in Paramus, NJ.
@ Charlie
Don’t let the Broadway Joe moniker fool you. A bama boy like Namath would most assuredly be on General Lee’s staff.
With the exception of the shoes, Namath could be on his way to a staff meeting with General Grant. They say a quarterback is like a general on the field . . .
The ladies will have to wring out their panties after looking at that picture.
This post was both randomly hilarious and hilariously random.
Fuck Joe Namath, and the horse he rode in on.
/hates the Jets
/loves fake Rex