Our Name is OUR NAME

The closest you’ve ever come to a draft is when someone leaves the window open in the winter.

 

Mofos using my name in the streets?  My name is MY NAME!  There has been some FaF Haterade (or “H“, if you will) being drunk as of late.  The ”barb” at the top was made at us in reference to the Cush-Lash smear.  That slam was so tight it should have been in the Onyx video.  I take the hate as a good sign of our growth, like how babies cry when their teeth are coming in.  Except it is someone else’s baby is crying for our teeth.  Let’s move on.       

If you are new to our humble blog, let me remind you that at the top it says: Houston. Sports. Satire.  Not Houston Sports with a Stick up its Ass.  We’re like a much less popular, poorer-written, fantastically unprofessional, more-niche version of The Onion.  But we do put on for our city.  If you’re pissed off at the mispelling of Joel Przybilla’s name, let me remind you that in the same article we called him a reformed white supremacist.  If you didn’t like our draft analysis, remember that we posted a picture of Troy Nolan being jerked off.  In fact, let’s recap our thorough investigative journalistic pieces just from last week: 

• Wanks McGreuber loves John Madden’s Penises.
• S. Rex, Professional Blogger, reported that Dave Maggard murdered Dana Dimmel.
• Reginald Blackstone covered the Mutumbo retirement by only typing with his index finger.  He also put a bounty on Joe West’s head.
• I broke the Madden Cover story a day early by revealing that Your Mom was going to be named the cover athlete.  I had bad sources.
• Pipez’s Mock Draft had St. Louis picking the Thundercats because He-Man had too many red flags.
• Moose Knuckle had…golf.

We are who we are.  Our name is OUR NAME!  If you don’t like it, meet Troy Nolan in the end zone.  It’s business time.

Thank you for your consideration of this matter.  T. Random Guy, Esquire

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