F*ck You, Ernest Wilford

As per Jeff Ireland:

"I think he just needs to keep working, keep working,'' Ireland said from his plush office in team headquarters. "We actually need him to step up more. I think he had one of his best days of practice this morning to be honest with you. But he has to step up. Yeah, I'm disappointed to be honest with you.''

You fucking asshole, Ernest.  How dare you?

Do you know what a colossal disappointment you are?  Did you not see how I called Joey Porter the fuck out and he responded with a monster game against the hellspawn New England Faggots???  Do I have to do the same goddamn thing with you???  FINE.  Here we go:

You sack of shit.  You stupid fucking fuck.  Yay, you caught one fucking pass for us last week when Chad was scrambling and you bailed him out!!  Yippee-fucking-skippy!!!  Toodly-woodly-doodely!!!  One fucking $6 million dollar pass!  Thank you!

In case you failed to realize this, this team needs all the playmakers it can fucking assemble and you’re going to shit on the collective dick of the fans, organization, players and coaches???  What the fuck happened to you?

You used to be a redzone-threat, touchdown-catching badass.  Now you’re a little, Houdini-ass bitch? 

Do I have to go to your Weston-cookie-cutter-bullshit home - complete with a 60” flat screen and likely no other furnishings than a pool table, a hot tub in your living room and a goddamn basketball court???  Like some kind of motherfuckin’ No Limit Soldier-wannabe bullshit?  Are you begging me to come up in that ill-conceived shithole and CUM INSIDE YOU???  Do I really need to walk up to the front gate, show you my big brown cock and proceed to pummel that purple pigskin until you are good and ready to actually make some goddamn fucking plays??

Fuck you.

Make plays.

No!!!  Ssssshhhh!!!

Do something about it and make some fucking plays!

-DRK