Pyle of List

Hello, jackasses!

So, I know that all you left wing crazies were sure you wouldn’t hear from me after that loss Sunday night, right?  Well, think again.  Some last second points scored by a pansy kicker might be good enough for those empty suits in the NFL office but I don’t see it as a way a real man wins a game.

And I know ya’ll have all decided that ole Tony Romo is a good-for-nothin’ idiot who can’t win the big games, right?  Well, I ain’t got nothin’ ‘ganist him.  I do wish he’d turn that ballcap around when he’s hanging out on the sidelines.  He works for a livin’.  There ain’t no need for him to be lookin’ like no punk, but any way…

I was at the game there on Sunday night.  In a real seat.  All those jerks who bought those $29 dollar standing room ticket and then got mad that they didn’t get to sit nowhere in the stadium were wearing their hats backward, too…see, what’d I tell you…punks with no jobs.

Anyway, it ain’t ole Romo’s fault that he had a rough night, and it ain’t got nothin’ to do with some big game jitters.

SHE was there. You know who I mean.

Now understand, everybody who had the means in the North Texas area was at that game….and those unwarshed idiots with the ballcaps…But her and her kin have the cash to go….and bygosh they made it. 

Now I ain’t a guy who carries a camera with me to the ballgame…so I didn’t get no pictures to prove she was there Sunday.  But trust me.

Never fear though, I’ve put in call to my buddy Jerry and he’s decided to keep all young Blondie socialites out of the stadium from now on.  Unfortunately, that’s a pretty good chuck of the ladies here in the Metroplex.  So, Jerry’s decided to sell less tickets to the game…not because of those greasy-haired punks that are mad that their $29 dollars didn’t buy them a seat near the cage dancers…but to keep Cowboys Stadium a Pop Star-Free Zone.