"This ain't over yet, Jeff."Oooooo, Jeff Fisher, I can't wait until this Sunday afternoon. You think the Shawne Merriman forget about your little "hit" that you ordered on Lights Out? You gotta remember one thing, Shawne Merriman don't forget anything! Yeah!
I'm gonna go on that field and lay a buffet board of complete bone-breaking, concussion creatin' hits on your sorry candy ass team. I'll be spearing Lendale White and makin' he wish that he was back down at USC. Fuck his fat ass. You think that jelly donut eating joke can make a fool out of #56? Hell no!
Vince Young? Pssht. He's an all right player, but once he gets a taste of ass whoopin courtesy of me, he ain't never wanna come back to play on that San Diego. This is my house! You don't bring your weak ass side arm throwing motion in here. There's only room for one douchebag quarterback in San Diego, and his name ain't Vince Young. It be Philip Rivers, biatch.
After I demolish your pussy quarterback and send him back to the sideline, Jeff, you probably think that you got it all covered huh? You're probably thinking to yourself, it's okay, Kerry Collins will come in and save the day like he did last week. Wrong bitch, dead wrong.
If you don't remember, I used to sack Kerry Collins's retirement home bitch ass left and right when he played for the Raiders. I remember he would drop back for a pass, thinking it was nice and safe. He'd look left and right, probably trying to see and open Jerry Porter go down the field for an open pass. After a few seconds he would get comfortable, thinking that no one is gonna get him. Then...
BOOM BITCH!You're gonna go down faster than Jeff Garcia at a male strip club. Kerry is gonna feel a world of pain if he decides to come into my house with weak ass game.
After I'm done with your two QB's, my sights are gonna be set to you, Fisher. I've been waiting weeks for this. When I heard that there as a chance that you could be playing us in the playoffs. I prayed that Indianapolis would lose so I would get a chance to bring you the pain, mothafucka! Then, it was a strict regiment of training so that when I get the chance to take you out, it would be done right!
Don't think I'm gonna just come out and get you on the field though. No. That'd be too obvious, and the zebras and Nazi-like commissioner Goodell would fine my ass back to the stone age. I got something better planned.
Just wait until we whoop your sorry Tennessee ass and you're out at the parking lot. You'll think that there's nothing to worry about, that the game is over and you're all safe. You click the unlock button on your Ford Escort, and start to get into the car, when all of a sudden...
BOOM BITCH!Shawne Merriman just came out of the trunk and piledrived your bitch ass on the car roof. Yeah! I never forget fool!
So just remember Jeff to get ready for a world as ass whoopin, because Shawne Merriman is gonna get you!
BOOM BITCH!!!
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