If You Weren't A Foot Taller Than Me, I'd Ball Tap You

You know what really chaps my a$$....thinking about how this dildo went sport fishing instead of going to the NFL draft. We had to watch this mammoth bastard reel in tunas and mermaids and all that other good crap. So, not only is he a rich prick now, he pretty much spit in the face of the NFL.

Buddy, you couldn't go fishing next weekend? Next week you could have cashed in your pay check and rented a friggin' yacht....and thrown a Shaq type party with hookers and booze, and drugs for all the people who feel like gettin' weird. What a crap move this was. Normally, I wouldn't care where this big, dumb whale spent his Saturday afternoon. But it's the NFL draft. And when you go #3 overall....you go to the Draft, wait 30 minutes, and then hold that Cleveland Browns jersey in front of your fat torso. What a loser.