Motherfuckers never ready to listen to Joey Porter until reality come hit they ass in the mouf. By then, they mouf all busted up by reality and I ain’t want nothing to do with they ass. FIX YO’ MOUF!

What’d I say? “We gonna get our first win of the season real easy over the Moose and his old ass defense!” That’s what I said! Y’all was laaaaaughin’. Had yoselves a good ol’ laugh at Joey’s expense. Like Bernie Mac was still alive and shit. WELL BERNIE MAC DEAD MUTHAFUCKAS! I KILLED HIS ASS DEAD! FUCK WHAT YA HEARD!

What happened?! We won, didn’t we? Yeah, I predict wins before every game, but the difference is this one came true! FIX YO’ MOUF!

That means people are ready to listen to Joey Porter again. That means I’m ready to issue a few more proclamations.

Ahem.

Presidential debates start this Friday. That means vice presidential debates start soon after. They ain’t nothing but backup presidents. Throw the kitchen sink at they ass. Shit, Joey Porter could be politickin’. Make Joey Porter secretary of punching folk at the poker table. I’d be the best one yet.

No 2: Quit with the fucking “I am P.C.” ads. Ain’t that many muthafuckas are politically correct. I walk down the street and hear racial DISRESPECT everyday. And fuck Pharrell being in that commercial. We talk shit about whitey all the time.

No. 3: Can’t no one convince me a white boy could get that fine-ass black woman Kerry Washington like in Lakeview Terrace. Pfft. Hollywood don’t know dick. That’s why I’mma run it someday.

I’ll be back to drop some more knowledge when it needs to be dropped. FIX YO’ MOUF!