Bring him in, can't hurt
Hey! If any of you are looking for any last-minute gift ideas for me, I have one……..I’d like Rod Graves, Cardinals' resident idiot, right here, tonight.
I want him brought from his happy slumber over there on Hardy Drive with all the other do-nothing so-called management and I want him brought right here, with a big ribbon on his head, and I want to look him straight in the eye and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-ass, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed sack of monkey crap he is!
Hallelujah, Holy crap. Where’s the Tylenol?