I'm tired of all this basketball talk... let's talk about some football...

....well, usually pig skins make Kizzy really happy but Mundry, the pig skin made Miss Kizzy very mad. I don't know if ya'll hat hurt... Petyon Mayonaise is moving to Denvre....Lawd, that means I would have to spend two days on a Greyhound bus to see him... uh...no and Thank you...
The extry point is no good....there's a flag on the play.... 5 yurd penalty....

I am sad on two counts:
1. Upset that Peyton Mayonaise is leaving the Colts... I can't go there, altitude does not agree with my hair.. been there, done that...looks like I have a possum playing dead on my head...

2. Poor Little Tim Tbone... My little marinated Tbone steak...what he gone do? I would like to announce that I'm offering my shoulders for him to lean on... now you know i have vurry broad shouldrees... simply because I choose to wear my vintage jacket from my favorite Saint Store... St. Vincent of the Paul....yes...it has the original shoulder pads cerca 1984... I look like I just left brunch with Joan Collins from Dynasty... yes i do...  she always calling me trying to borrow it... and you know she don't wear my size.... that's beside the point... point is... little Tbone gonna need somewhere to cry and I am going to just offer up my bossom... let's be real, my breasticles are larger than my shoulders and he's gonna be crying A LOT.... poor boo boo...come here and cry on Miss Kizzy breasticles....

In closing i'm gone to get me a large bag of Pig skins today... I aint mad...gonna go to the DOOOOOWWN SEEETTT...HUCKS and also get me a 137oz cola....mmmmm...I pray for peton mayonaise cause you know mayo don't freeze well...I'm here to tell you...your potato salad won't taste the same... it just wont....
And I pray for my Tbone steak, I hope he finds his way to Owensboro....where team Kizzy will be waiting... with open arms... well, an open bag of pig skins anyway.