Well, Trumpy eventually got his wish. The Cleveland Browns snagged Shedeur in the 5th round. Now the Browns have 5 quarterbacks. Expect Joe Flacco to start.
Back when Joe was with the Purple Browns. |
Chapter 2. |
Allow me to summarize. Flacco will lose his first two games. Coach Stefanski will put in Kenny Pickett when the're trailing late in the third game. Pickett will lose that game. And after a sustained outcry from Deion Sanders on social media, his son will start the 4th game. Win? Lose? In all honesty, nobody really gives a shit. Has a kinda tragic Kordell Stewart feel to it.
Not to state the obvious but there's a reason "Shedeur" rhymes with "shitter"... and that he signed with the Browns... who obviously epitomize the color of shit. This is simply NOT a coincidence.
Nonetheless, I will proudly wear my Browns jacket on a day like this. Windy, low 50's.
It's a hand-me-down from my niece Stefkins in Ohio! Very comfy. Ironically, one day it'll probably get me killed in a random act of violent dahntahn stupidity.
Indeed! It's the jacket! Love the Sopranos jacket saga.
Donald Trump
sonofsaf
Fat clown, MAGA, fuckin’ Donald’s pubes
Fat clown MAGA, Forty-seven’s in the groove
The Donald’s pubes, The Donald’s pubes
Fat clown, MAGA, Forty-five’s unkind
Fat clown, coup’s a crime, fuckin’ Donald’s pubes
Donald Trump isn’t white
And Donald Trump is so gay
Tahoe cheater, motorboatin’s gonna be praised
The Donald’s pubes, The Donald’s pubes
Fat clown, MAGA, Forty-five’s unkind
Syndrome of the down
And Forty-five’s unkind, fuckin’ Donald’s pubes
A half-wit piece of shit
God damn holy ghost
Ivanka’s cunt’s a meat curtain boast
The Donald’s pubes, the fuckin’ Donald’s pubes
Dumb ass, MAGA, Forty-five’s unkind
Fat clown a coup’s a crime fuckin’ Donald’s pubes
Fat clown, MAGA, fuckin’ Donald’s pubes
Cheap fat clown, Forty-seven’s in the groove
The Donald’s pubes, The Donald’s pubes
Dumb ass MAGA, Forty-five’s unkind
Syndrome of the down because a coup’s a crime
Fuckin’ Donald’s pubes
Sugar Lump
John Martyn
Get down, mama, to my sugar cube
Get down mama, won't you try to make it move
My sugar cube, my sugar cube
Come on, mama, try to lose your mind
Get down, spent some time on my sugar cube
Gonna sweeten your night
And gonna sweeten your day
So much sweeter, you're just going to be amazed
At my sugar cube, my sugar cube
Get down, mama, won't you lose your mind
Won't you please get down
And try to lose your mind, on my sugar cube
I don't wish civil shit
I don't care to boast
You know that love is from coast to coast
My sugar cube, my little sugar cube
Come on, mama, won't you lose your mind
Get down and waste some time on my sugar cube
Get down, mama, on my sugar cube
Please get down, won't you try to make it move
My sugar cube, my sugar cube
Come on, mama, won't you lose your mind
Won't you please get down and try to spend some time
On my sugar cube
Sometimes, writing a parody can be a particularly joyless experience. This was one of those times. The lyrics were annoyingly tedious and intentionally burdensome.
John Martyn played the Burgh twice. At the Civic Arena in 1973. And at the Syria Mosque in 1974.