Ray Lewis will be doing his final dance next Sunday at the Super Bowl in New Orleans. But there are some places I don’t think he should be visiting.
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The two main story lines for the upcoming Super Bowl are going to be shoved down your throat so hard, that you are going to need a skill-crane lowered down your esophagus to dislodge them. If they can’t be removed the way they went in, The “Harbowl” and Ray Lewis are going to set your hemorrhoids on fire on the way out. There’s no tub of Preparation-H big enough to smear on your anus to put that fire out.
I think we’re going to need a bigger tube.
Personally, I couldn’t give my left testicle about how Jim used to put snot in John’s socks when they were kids, and that John’s favorite thing to do with his brother as a kid was to play tag. Just get to the damn game and I could do without the fluff. But on the other hand I care about the Ray Lewis story so much more. The guy’s story is just amaz