Monday, November 24, 2008

I despise Randy Moss with the white hot intensity of a thousand suns.

I don't want to get into it; it's a long story. Suffice it to say that man will take any opportunity to screw me over and he's proven it in spades this week. I loathe him from the bottom of his hooves to the top of his pitchfork.
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5 comments:

Liz said...

For weeks you've been complaining that Cassel won't throw to him, la, la, la and now when he gets 3 touchdowns you hate him?

I am confused by your fickle tastes.

November 24, 2008 at 10:32 AM
Ali said...

My hatred stems from the fact that he waited until I benched him and then he decided he was going to start actually catching the balls that were flung in his direction.

Blargh.

November 24, 2008 at 10:59 AM
Linda said...

You used to be so interesting. I miss you....

November 24, 2008 at 5:09 PM
Liz said...

HA!

November 24, 2008 at 5:46 PM
Kristen said...

Oh Mom, I have to disagree. I find it incredibly entertaining to hear Ali freak out about quarterbacks, etc. with such enthusiasm. It almost makes you think she cares about sports. Almost.

November 25, 2008 at 7:22 AM

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