Kill Kill Kill: ESPN Finally Gets Rid of Len Pasquarelli
So, got yerself a dead whale on the beach, eh? Eight tons of rotting flesh is an unpleasant smell, even if you live in Cleveland. Well, you can let the seagulls and crabs work on that beast, but they might as well be union labor or the Raiders offense at their pace. Our recommendation: eliminate that motherfucker RIGHT NOW in just three easy steps:
- Pack half-ton of dynamite around whale.
- Detonate.
- Pat yourself on the back for a job well done.
What could possibly go wrong?
