Ay lads. Smee, Patrick Cobbs. I'm luvin' the way these two foickin' feckholes wrote their posts today without truly acknowledging yours truly and the total arse-kicking I laid on them langer suckin' Raiders yesterdee. Thirty nine total yards and a foickin' touchdown's all I did! Nah, just totally ignore me, why don't ya. Ya foickin' gobshites. Sweet jaysus on the foickin' cross. Would it kill ya ta let peole knoo that me 10 yard touchdown run was what put us atop o' those foickin' Oakland geebags? Without me, there's no win. Ya foickin' flute playin' dingleberries!
Nah. Just go on talkin 'bout all the other players! Why should a leprechaun like me get any glory? I'm a foickin' wopper, I am. This team be foickin' banjaxed without ol' Patrick Cobbs.
But ya jus' keep on wroitin' 'bout Teddy Ginn, that foickin' knobjockey. And ya jus' keep on wroitin' 'bout that foickin' fannyball lookin' Chad Pennington. I'll jus' keep on doin' me thing. Mainly giving the other team a good clatter in the clackers and a mug o' warm badger's milk til they drop their cosbies.
Ya bombay shitehawks! The both of yas!
