Friday, February 2, 2007

Bring Out Your Brett


COACH MCCARTHY: Here's one. What’s his cap number for 2007, eh?

GM THOMPSON: Ninepence.

DEAD PERSON: I'm not dead!

GM THOMPSON: What?

COACH MCCARTHY: Nothing. Let’s cut him while we’re all here.

DEAD PERSON: I'm not dead yet!

GM THOMPSON: There. He says he's not dead!

COACH MCCARTHY: Yes, he is.

DEAD PERSON: I'm not!

GM THOMPSON: He isn't?

COACH MCCARTHY: Well, he will be soon. He's very old.

DEAD PERSON: I threw for 3885 yards last year!

COACH MCCARTHY: No, you didn’t. You'll be stone dead in a moment.

GM THOMPSON: Oh, I can't take him like that. There’d be an uproar. And it's against regulations.

DEAD PERSON: I don't want leave my pedestal of pristine glory!

COACH MCCARTHY: Oh, don't be such a baby.

GM THOMPSON: I can't take him.

DEAD PERSON: I feel fine! Pass the vicodin, please!

COACH MCCARTHY: Well, do us a favor.

GM THOMPSON: I can't.

COACH MCCARTHY: Well, can you hang around a couple of weeks? Won't be long.

GM THOMPSON: No, I've got to go the Robinsosns’.

COACH MCCARTHY: Well, when's your next round?

GM THOMPSON: Preseason.

DEAD PERSON: I think I'll go for a walk.

COACH MCCARTHY: You're not fooling anyone, you know. Look, isn't there something you can do?

DEAD PERSON: [singing] I feel happy. So happy. [he gets hit in the head]

COACH MCCARTHY: Ah, thanks very much.

GM THOMPSON: Not at all. See you in preseason.

COACH MCCARTHY: Right.

Original scene written by Graham Chapman, John Cleese, Eric Idle, Terry Gilliam, Terry Jones, and Michael Palin

Cold Pizza Gets a Taste of the Sex Cannon

Ladies, Gentlemen, and Spiteful Voyeurs- We have arrived. No, we didn't win another award (yet) and we haven't been nominated for an Oscar (Rexy Back is eligible for next year's Best Short category).

Yesterday KSK (and some other site about leather goods) got a little bit of love from our good buddy Jamie Mottram on ESPN's Cold Pizza. You hear that Simmons? He's our buddy, we totally called dibs. Imagine, this whole time we thought the Worldwide Leader had something against us. In case you have a job and were unable to sit home watching tv in the middle of the morning we've got the video evidence right here.



Bizarre?
That's right Dana, we love you too.

I strongly suggest you check out Jamie's site to see him getting prepped for the camera.

Dispatch from Miami: Ta-DOW!

He's a slippery bastard, Joe Willie Namath. His handler was pulling him away after an interview with Sporting News Radio, and I didn't get a chance to ask him any questions. He almost got away without a picture.

Almost.

Namath had to put the shades on to handle Captain Caveman's skin tone

More later.

NOTE: He did not want to kiss me.

KSK Celebrity Super Bowl Pick Bukkake: Troy McClure!


The celebrity Super Bowl pick is a time-honored tradition, one we at KSK are super fucking excited to be a part of. For the next two weeks, stars from the world of entertainment, politics, and more will drop by to make their picks for the big game in Miami! Next up, previously seen movie star Troy McClure!

Hi, I'm Troy McClure! You may remember me from such Super Bowl Halftime Shows as "Down with People, Up with Fish!" and "There Are 100 Michael Jacksons!"

I'm here to talk with you today about the evolution of the Super Bowl Halftime Show and, in accordance with my plea bargain with Miami-Dade prosecutors and the Miami Seaquarium, provide you with my prediction for the game.

The first Super Bowl Halftime Show was held, surprisingly enough, in 1965, years before the first Super Bowl. Initially the term was used by authorities as a code for beating up Vietnam protesters.


Take that, Maynard G. Muskyvote!

As the years wore on and there was an occasion with which to match the show, the Super Bowl Halftime Show flourished. For example, at the interim of Super Bowl XII between Denver and Dallas, there was a 10-minute pause followed by a public service announcement, and then a second 10-minute pause. There wasn't a dry eye in the house.

Jimmy: Mr. McClure, how much time does it take to prepare a Super Bowl Halftime Show?

I'm glad you asked, Billy. I don't really have an answer for you, but your parents will be thrilled that you appeared in this post. I do know it's a painstaking process that involves consulting someone who hasn't listened to popular music in at least 15 years. That, and ignoring the FCC's demands that all women involved be dressed in burka.

Now, on to what we all came here for: hardcore nudity the pick! Super Bowl XLI pits the Indianapolis Colts against the Chicago Bears, a fierce battle between two dull, unappealing land-based creatures. I predict thrills, chills and spills. And maybe even krill, if there's a lucky whale hanging around.

Jimmy: Mr. McClure, I think they mean they want a score.

I'm going say the Bears in straight sets, 6-2, 6-1, 6-3.

Jimmy: They aren't playing tennis, Mr. McClure.

They sure aren't, Billy, they sure aren't.

Thanks, Troy. And we'd certainly be remiss if we didn't show the halftime show we'd all really like to see.



F--k, We Have To Play A Game Sunday?!


Oh man, you should see this fucking place. Holy shit! There's oceans of pussy just spilling out of the hotels. Everyone's getting loaded. Castro's gonna fucking die, whoever that is. I mean, this is the biggest party I've ever been around.

And you're telling me I have to go to bed at 10PM tomorrow night? Fuck, we have to play a game on Sunday? God, that's bullshit.

Why couldn't it be, like, Monday and shit? I'd be recovered by then. Fuck, I don't even PLAY, man! No coach ever comes up to me and says, "Hey Orton, you better be ready. We need you." No, they just make me the scout team Peyton Manning and have me flap my arms at the line of scrimmage like a fucking seagull for two minutes straight. Christ, it's like doing calisthenics. My shoulders hurt, man.

Oh my God, the hottest brunette in the world just walked by. Holy fuck, if I were building a woman from scratch, that's what it would look like. Especially the tits. Christ, no one at Purdue looked like that. Shit, all the girls at Purdue looked like me. I gotta go rub one out. Fuck me, man. See what I'm missing? They set up all these parties with chicks like that and we can't even go. What a fucking cocktease.

Oh dude, that guy has a Bud bottle in a zipper cozy. That looks soooooooo fucking good. You know in soda commercials when the lady takes a sip of Coke and then goes AHHHHHHH!!!? I totally do that after every swig of beer. Oh, it's so good. Dude, if there were no game on Sunday, you know what I'd do? I'd get 60 of those things and just rent a fucking catamaran. God, that would be sweet. Catamarans are huge pussy magnets. Plus, when the wind kicks up you get to lean over the side and shit. Awesome.

So unfair. We bust ass for 6 goddamn months to get here, and once we do, we have to fucking WORK. This game may as well be in fucking Moosejaw. In fact, I'd prefer it. At least I could concentrate.

Fuck, man. This blows.

KSK Celebrity Super Bowl Pick
Bukkake: The Crew From The
1986 Challenger Shuttle Mission

The celebrity Super Bowl pick is a time-honored tradition, one we at KSK are super fucking excited to be a part of. For the next two weeks, stars from the world of entertainment, politics, and more will drop by to make their picks for the big game in Miami! Next up, the crew of the 1986 Challenger mission.

"T minus 5 seconds...4...3...ignite boosters....we have liftoff...




Greetings, football fans! This is the crew of the Space Shuttle Challenger...

...informing you that we are go for liftoff and go for football, over...

...this brief launch message comes to you...as we begin our seven day flight and liftoff for the 25th space shuttle mission...

...Houston, we have cleared the tower...copy that...

...this year's Super Bowl should be a great game...for the fans for America and around the world...

...Houston, ready for roll program...copy that, going heads down, good roll, heading downrange, over...

...As for the crew's prediction, some of us are Bears fans and some of us aren't...We did fail to reach consensus, but we took a vote...and we did have a majority....our majority vote says that tonight's winner will be--"







BOOM!

Thursday, February 1, 2007

Ten Yards Of Awkwardness With: Prince


During the course of the year, I have had the good fortune to sit down and "chat" with the occasional NFL player or two. Well, as we wrap up this 2006/very-small-portion-of-2007 season, we have scored our biggest name of all: the one and only Prince. Read on...

Big Daddy Drew: Holy fuck! Holy fuckity fucking fuck! It's fucking Prince! Holy shitballs! You are fucking awesome. I love you man. If you wanted to stick your penis in me, I wouldn't even quibble. I mean it. I'd like it.
Prince: (says nothing)

Drew: Actually, would U mind if I talked 2 U entirely in Prince shorthand?
Prince: (says nothing)

Drew: In a way, U sort of pioneered text messaging and email shorthand. Would U mind if I punched U in the face?
Prince: (says nothing)

Drew: We're both from Minnesota. Did U know Tim Morsman? He was a really nice guy.
Prince: (says nothing)

Drew: Let's get serious 4 a moment. Bomani Jones of ESPN wrote an article recently detailing that U need Ur hip replaced. R there no longer 23 positions in a 1 night stand for U?
Prince: (says nothing)

Drew: 'Cause all I can see with a bum hip R the Cowgirl and Reverse Cowgirl. That's like, 1 and a half.
Prince: (says nothing)


Drew: What the fuck ever happened 2 Sheena Easton? "So Far, So Good" my ass.
Prince: (says nothing)

Drew: Did Sheila E ever get 2 lead a glamorous life? Because I think she probably works at Boston Market these days.
Prince: (says nothing)

Drew: Sometimes when I masturbate, I sing "Kiss" to myself. Is that odd?
Prince: (says nothing)

Drew: My name is Drew. Am I funky?
Prince: (says nothing)

Drew: I love that song "The Most Beautiful Girl In The World". Don't you think Sarah Spain is a lousy fucking whore?
Prince: (says nothing)

Drew: U once wrote the word SLAVE on Ur cheek to protest Ur recording contract with Warner Brothers. How badly did the two Warner Brothers whip U when U fucked up in the cotton field?
Prince: (says nothing)

Drew: U also, of course, once changed Ur name 2 an unpronounceable symbol. I would like 2 do the same. My symbol is an enormous cock. And, like, there R lightning bolts where the pubes should B. And it's shooting out pure sour mash. What do U think?
Prince: (says nothing)

Drew: U 1ce sang: "I'm not a woman. I'm not a man. I am something that U'll never understand." I think there is actually a word for this, and I think Jamie Lee Curtis was born the same way. U should, like, call her and shit.
Prince: (says nothing)

Drew: Was "Dirty Mind" about Rex Grossman?
Prince: (says nothing)

Drew: The beginning of "Let's Go Crazy" makes me think about death. Like, when U die, Ur dead forever. It never ends. Even if it's in Heaven. Or even if Ur reincarnated. U still have to deal with eternity. And that really fucks my shit up. Can U never write shit like that again? It freaks me out, man.
Prince: (says nothing)

Drew: I know "Little Red Corvette" is a sexual allegory. But I'm confused. Is the car a woman, or is it just her smokin' hot vagina?
Prince: (says nothing)

Drew: "Batdance": What the fuck?
Prince: (says nothing)


Drew: I know Ur wondering where all the raspberry women have gone. But I do know where other fruit-related women are. U can find tons of banana women in the East Village. And lots of melon women in San Fernando Valley. And I would definitely refer to Gwen Stefani and Debra Messing as "grape women". You get my drift?
Prince: (says nothing)

Drew: How proud were U that "Delirious" inspired the John Candy movie of the same title? He woke up in his own soap opera! With Emma fucking Samms and everything!
Prince: (says nothing)

Drew: When doves cry, I don't actually think it sounds like 2 family members fighting. I think it probably sounds more like EEEEEEEEEEYYYYYEEECHHHHH!!! Ur thoughts?
Prince: (says nothing)

Drew: Ur a Jehovah's Witness. Can I just tell U in advance that I'm not really interested the pamphlet Ur going 2 inevitably give me?
Prince: (says nothing)

Drew: Was the song "Cream" really just about dairy products?
Prince: (says nothing)

Drew: I know this is the Super Bowl, but: Boy versus Girl in the World Series of Love: WHO U GOT?!
Prince: (says nothing)

Drew: Ur last hit was "Cinnamon Girl". Why cover some pussyass Neil Young song? Ur fucking Prince, motherfucker!
Prince: (says nothing)

Drew: Let's talk about the game. Last year, the Stones played halftime. U and Mick Jagger in a PussyOff: who wins?
Prince: (says nothing)

Drew: Who do you like in the game? Or do you see the game at some sort of ethereal level I can't really understand? Because I could see you picking The Ripe Swan to win and having it totally making sense.
Prince: (says nothing)

Drew: Doesn't Peyton Manning represent the opposite of everything you stand for?
Prince: (says nothing)

Drew: There are two black coaches in this Super Bowl. But neither one is very funky. If I got Tony Dungy a pair of assless chaps, would that spice things up a bit?
Prince: (says nothing)

Drew: Can I kiss U?
Prince: (says nothing)

Drew: Okay, then. Ur body's heck-a-slammin'. Can we get to rammin'?
Prince: (says nothing)

Drew: Prince, this was tremendous. Thanks U a million times over. U were way better than that douchebag Diddy. Fuck him.
Prince: (says nothing)

The AFC Title Game Chat - First Half

We present the first of two halves of the KSK chat during the AFC title game, played almost two weeks ago. For the sake of narration, descriptions of the plays transpiring on the field, while not necessarily funny, have been left intact. You'll also find the capitalization, punctuation, and spelling to be selectively correct. This is intentional. Off we go...



CC: and I'm on CBS now
CC: and Tom Brady looks GREAT

Ape: I'll be dropping in periodically during the second game, but otherwise on the couch drinking
CC: I've got my laptop at the ready, but it won't quite be the IM bukkake of the first game
MMP: pussies, I just got some popcorn and am rearing to go
Flub: I'll be around
CC: Okay, i'll play along.
MMP: Though it will be harder to type

[Pregame bullshit from the booth, your announcers are Jim Nantz and Phil Simms]
CC: Okay, here we go with the mouthlove
MMP: Jim Nantz is awesome, he can suck Manning AND Brady off and still talk out of his mouth at the same time
Flub: I'm all a-tingle with anticipation... how will Manning blow it this time?

[your sideline reporters are Steve Tasker and Solomon Wilcots]
CC: Whoa whoa whoa
MMP: What's more useless than 1 sideline reporter?
CC: Two sideline reporters, and they're both men?
MMP: Yuk, Where have you gone, Bonnie Bernstein?
CC: Bull. Shit.
Flub: "For the Colts change is good, but not these Colts"
Flub: Thanks, Phil
CC: Wha?

[The game actually starts]
CC: My god Dillon is slow
MMP: He's old, man. He's like 31 [ed: he’s 32]

CC: Dreamboat with the jump pass
MMP: Dreamboat incompltete
Flub: Way to show off the 3" vertical
CC: nice postseason numbers for Peyton
CC: [1 td, 5 ints]

[Addai drops what would have been a sure first down]
MMP: "he's about to Addai for dropping that."
CC: too long on the pass? looked like it hit his hands to me
MMP: Word
MMP: I like how he’s trying to find something to beat the shit out of
Flub: Quit apologizing for Peyton



MMP: I actually turned down the invite to that party
CC: i don't blame you
CC: the women would have been all over you.
Flub: "and waave"
MMP: yeah, the nubian princesses want to eat out my asshole in the worst way.
CC: i shouldn't include that in the post, should i?
MMP: probably not.



MMP: touchdown right here
CC: vrabel
CC: nope
CC: holy... [Mankins recovers the fumble in the endzone, touchdown Patriots]
MMP: who called that shit
Flub: are you shitting me?
Flub: peyton
MMP: pay up flub, you owe me 10 bucks
Flub: hah
CC: LOLOLOLOLOL
CC: nice work colts
MMP: tony dungy can't believe it
CC: mankins 4-yd TD run


MMP: HAHAHA
MMP: Peyton's reaction: priceless
Flub: he's so pissed



CC: dinner time
CC: Ellis Hobbs -- I thought he was the sorriest corner in the league?
MMP: what's for dinner in Brooklyn?
CC: Shells n cheese
MMP: a classic
CC: but ORGANIC shells n cheese, which means its heakthy
MMP: ugh
CC: tastes exactly the same
CC: but the yuppie deli didn't have the corporate stuff
MMP: eating chili cheese fries
CC: mmmmmmmmmm
Flub: I love me some chili cheese fries
MMP: they are tits
MMP: big fat wedges too
CC: nice, minimizes the need for forks
MMP: no this version needs forks
Ape: i had some chili cheese fries on friday - ends the week well



MMP: wow
CC: destiny
MMP: when they send the house, that's an easy play
CC: [Colts blitz, Troy Brown makes the catch on 4th and 6]
MMP: and fuck me raw
CC: Touchdown
MMP: Dillon off tackle, very next play
Ape: le sigh
CC: juked the fuck out of him
MMP: wow, he surely did
CC: 14-3 Pats

Ape: I predict a manning pick on this drive
MMP: field goal
MMP: LOTS of fumbles today
CC: ugh, so many shells...
CC: I can't believe I ate the whole thing

CC: PICK
MMP: samuel
Flub: good call
MMP: I owe ape 10 bucks
MMP: great call Ape
CC: the first of two
Ape: game over. fuck me
MMP: that was crazy how quick he was
MMP: 21-3
CC: this can only end in tears
CC: Asante will be a wealthy man next year
MMP: oh yes

Ape: 3 and out on the Colts next drive?
MMP: yep

--Peyton slides feet-first for a loss on 1st down
Flub: wuss
CC: he had time to stop and throw
Flub: yeah but he would have had to take the hit
MMP: hehe
CC: but if he slides he doesn't get hit

--Peyton takes a hit on 2nd down
MMP: there's a real sack
Ape: this is going to be very, very lop-sided
MMP: 3rd and a country mile coming up

Flub: strike
MMP: hahah
CC: haha
MMP: delay of game
CC: what an abortion
MMP: he has lost all compsoure
CC: Manning Face!

MMP: this is turning into an awesome choke job

[Harrison drops what would have been a sure first down.]
CC: wow
Ape: harrison's fault for once
CC: yep
MMP: DON'T THROW IT TO HIS HANDS!
CC: great throw by Peyton, to his credit
Ape: ggggguuuuuuhhhhh

[the Colts punt and NE takes over]
MMP: this will be at least 3 for NE
CC: tony dungy's favorite name for a blog is "can't stop the bleeding"
MMP: I can't believe it's this bad this early
Ape: Daaaa Bulls da bulls da bulls da bulls daaaaa bears da bears da bears da bears
MMP: go for the jugular
CC: yup
CC: or...
[Maroney loss of four, Sanders on the stop]


MMP: "There's a black man named Bob Sanders?"
Ape: Hey, Kraft is picking his rich nose
CC: he's wasted
MMP: that nose is worth more than your life, Ape
Ape: those boogers are worth more than my life

[3rd and 8, the Colts fans can be heard cheering, NE converts anyway]
MMP: the fans are finally awake
Ape: no, really, no need for a pass rush, take your time
CC: what was that, a 3rd and 8 conversion?
MMP: it looks easy when Brady does it
Flub: Brady is just picking them apart
MMP: it would be a 44 yd FG from here
Ape: geez
[Holding called on NE]
MMP: bring em back
Ape: meh, whateva - i'll take it
MMP: The Colts have gotta get a stop now

CC: yeah, good call there
MMP: wow
[An illegal shift penalty on NE takes the Patriots out of FG range]
MMP: beating an overhand on NE
Ape: If the Colts can go into half down 21-10, they'll at least have a prayer. Plus, they get the ball at beginning of second half
CC: man, should have spent an extra three dollars on WRs
MMP: instead of getting the grab bag special
Ape: watch them convert
[Brady takes a sack in a least many fashion]
Ape: break the femur
MMP: watch him turtle
CC: coward
MMP: Mommmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!
MMP: puss
CC: [sack on 3rd and 21]
Ape: Roethlisberger never goes down without making sure he gets a concussion first


[Vinny Testeverde commercial]
MMP: vinny
CC: So THAT'S why Belichick signed him
MMP: that was pretty good
Ape: To get food from concessions
CC: brilliant


CC: [manning under pressure throws it away on first]
CC: this is unreal
CC: how do they win 12-14 games every year?
MMP: they don't play against THE MIGHTY SWEATSHIRT
MMP: "thank God, a first down." Did they really just say that?
MMP: 2 minute warning
Ape: I think the NFL has mandated the Colts will score on this drive, so all of America doesn't turn their TVs off
CC: think the Colts can turn it over on this drive again?
MMP: never count out Peyton for another turnover
CC: I'm cheering for another pick-6
Ape: not til second half
CC: that way I can turn off the TV and go to the gym.
MMP: I'm cheering for carnage
CC: i'm cheering for titties
MMP: we are 0 for 1 on the titties tonight
MMP: we could use a titty rally
Ape: Neal Patrick Harris’ titties don't count

MMP: Clark tripped over the first down line
CC: fucking dallas clark
MMP: Dallas fucking clark
Ape: told so, NFL decree
[clark 1st down catch, the Colts drive down to the red zone as time ticks away]

Ape: pick six from the endzone?
CC: Ape, you have the sight today
MMP: where the fuck was this guy the first 27 minutes of the game?
MMP: I predict the Colts score a TD here
CC: My predictor's broken
CC: but i'll say FG to be different



Ape: wow
CC: guhhhh
CC: there should be booth replay on PI
MMP: too subjective
CC: at the refs discretion
CC: YES!
MMP: just let them fuck up the call once and be done with it
MMP: I think that was correct
Flub: that
CC: just high-grade tripping
Flub: thats not PI
CC: GO FOR IT
CC: bwahahahaha
MMP: The FG makes it a 2-score game
CC: nice one reggie
MMP: yeah, pretty dumbassed

[Vinatieri kicks FG, half]
MMP: good adjustment on the hold
CC: why does vinatieri have a long-sleeved undershirt on??
CC: that dome weather can get cold
Ape: LACES WERE IN!
CC: note to Romo
MMP: that's not Snowflake!
Ape: oh well - the Ravens just look more pathetic for never getting into the endzone against this team



CC: "We've got to play better"
MMP: "Because we are getting skull-fucked out there"

ESPN's NFL Analysts Meet Strippers--We're Not In Bristol Anymore

What happens when you take a group of ESPN's NFL crew and drop them in Miami's premier gentleman's club? A whole lot of fucked up shit, that's what.
The following account is entirely fictional...although it's almost assuredly true.

Berman walks straight up to the owner and plants a big man-kiss right on his lips before being led back to a private lounge.

Berman: What is this shit? Moet? I don't drink Moet, I'm Chris fucking Berman! Listen up bitch, you go drag your droopy tits into the back and make with the Dom--and sausages, where the fuck is my kielbasa! I like to be nice and greasy for the dancing girls. The Swami has spoken!

TJ: That's right, you the man Boomer!

Berman: Hell yeah I am! Who couldn't love a big man in florals?

TJ: I'd follow you to the ends of the Earth.

Berman: That's an odd thing to say to me, Chris Berman.

TJ: You're a very handsome man.

Berman: What?

TJ: Nothing! Hey, what's that retard doing?

Irvin: Hey Mystique, how you been girl? You ready to party with me and my friends? Good, now go lay on the table so we can take some lines off of that flat ass. Shit, that's the only reason they keep you around this place, you just a big tittied coke tray.

Hoge: What's going on? Why are the women taking their clothes off, stop that! Why are you touching me? NOOOOO!

Jaws: Relax Merril, that's what they do here, they take off their clothes and dance for you.

Hoge: Ewwwww, why? These are not my kind of women.

Jaws: OK, so point out one who is...no Merril, that's a poster...no Merril, that's a load-bearing column. Come on big guy, pick out one of the women with big boobs and no shirt...Jesus Merrill, that's Berman.

Hoge: Oooh! I like that one over in the corner.

Irvin: You talkin' bout Miss Collins? That's Carrie She's the damn owner. (sniffle)

Hoge: She's the most beautiful woman in the world.

Irvin: That is AWFUL! She's a chain-smoking sixty year-old with a bad hip--and I heard she gave herpes to Delonte West. Why don't take a lap with my beautiful female over here. This is Vincetta Youngblood, she's the hottest bitch in Miami.

Hoge: Yuck! She's all smooth, soft, and curvy, Carrie is a seasoned woman.

Young: Jesus Merril, lighten up. Look, even I'm getting a private dance. Yeah...grind that shit...mmmm, talk dirty to me you harlot! Yeah that shit's wild! Now gyrate your pelvic arch around my engorged phallus!

Hoge: Steve! You're a man of God!

Young: Oh shit, that's right. Hey Crystal, I'm from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints and I'd like to introduce you to a very special book---now would you kindly slob on my knob.

Jaws: You see how he did that Hoge? Let's take a look at that play from the endzone camera. Now look right here, Young has his sights set on his intended target. Now he has to sidestep the rush then he moves up in the pocket and fires a rope down his receiver's throat. That's what makes Steve Young's game Hall of Fame worthy.

Hoge: I'm very uncomfortable right now. I think I want to go back to the hotel.

Irvin: Bullshit, you're getting a dance. Hey Raven, show this bitch-ass fullback how to be a man.

Hoge: BAD TOUCH!

Jaws: Fuck Merril, how am I supposed to enjoy the dancers when your fag voice is drowning out Bon Jovi? If I want to maintain this erection I need Livin' On a Prayer to course through my veins.

Out of nowhere Salisbury emerges through the curtain.

Sean realized something was amiss when he
noticed all the facial hair at the "other" club .

Salisbury: Guys, I was at the WRONG strip club--I don't want to talk about it, I just want to get drunk and grope some women. I'm totally gonna get off on their discomfort!... HEY SUGAR TITS, WANNA FUCK?! No not you, the one without the giant Jew nose! I'll be right back guys, I think that girl wants to see my junk.

Irvin: Guys I hate to sniff 'n run like this but I'm taking a few of these females back to the hotel to meet up with Nate and Erik. Come on Merrill, I'll give you a ride.

Irvin and Hoge exit

Young: Thank the Lord, the buzzkill is gone.

Jaws: Yeah, Merril's a real fucktard.

Young: Merrill? No, I was talking about Irvin, I fucking hate that shiteater.

Jaws: That makes a lot of sense. He is the only one on your set with a personality. You're a mormon moron.

Young: I'm sorry I couldn't hear you, I was counting all the diamonds in my rings... Hey Boomer! if you and your parrot are done with those sausages the new girl is about to take the pole. Her name is Cherries Destiny.

Berman: Cherries "My" Destiny...FROM!

TJ: Florida International!

Jaws: I have to ask, is that an act or are you two just brain damaged? I've broken down all the film and I still can't tell.

TJ: (barely audible pac-man sound effects)

Berman: They don't play enough Huey Lewis in this place.

TJ: Huey Lewis!

Young: I'm going to go the bathroom to purge for awhile.

Jaws: Would you guys just shut the fuck up? You're missing one hell of a show over here! Let me break it down for you. Cherries starts off with the splits to draw everyone's attention, then just when you're least expecting it she slides over to the pole and begins rhythmically humping it's base. That precision ground game is what makes her such a special young talent... Oh dear, it appears I've climaxed. I'm going back to the film room.

TJ: You remember that time you played catch with the Bucs?

Berman: Of course.

TJ: Yeah, that was cool.

Salisbury: Hey guys where did everybody go?

Berman: I hadn't noticed, I was starting at myself in that mirror on the ceiling... I'm Chris fucking Berman!

Salisbury: Oh Jesus, you guys are such homos. Watch how a real man operates... Hey Brandi! Nice shoes, wanna fuck?... Yeah, you think you can even handle Lil' John? I was an NFL quarterback--I'm super cereal! You should be stuffing bills down my jockeys... That's a prescription sock! Get your fucking hands out of there bitch!

Salisbury tosses the dancer across the room directly into Berman's folds)

Berman: Oh yeah, that's the spot. Stay right there and don't move. Ahhh, that gravitational pull is coming in handy already. It's good to be Berman.

TJ: That's right Boomer, the ladies can't stay away!...Hey Chris, that girl really isn't moving.

Berman: Oh shit, I think she smothered herself in my glory. Hey, at least she died on a trip to the pleasure dome.

Salisbury: I guess this means the night's over.

TJ: You guys head back to the hotel, I'll take care of the body--again.

Salisbury: Hang on a sec, I might as well fuck the corpse while it's still warm.

Hey, Uh, Coach?

Hey Coach, Media Day! You havin' fun? Yeah, I think we all are. Hey listen, Coach, can Jimmy have a word? Yeah, let's just go right over here for a second.

So listen, uh, we've been talking about this for a while now, Jimmy and the front office people. And, uh, well, Jimmy knows you're not gonna like it, which is why Jimmy came down here personally to tell you, Coach. It's about our boy Peyton, see. And Jimmy's not gonna mince words, so Jimmy will just come on out and say it and get it over with.

We want you to start Sorgi in the Super Bowl on Sunday.

Now, whoa, whoa, hold on there, Coach, let's not, uh, let's not kill the messenger-slash-owner here. Now, we all know that Peyton gives us no chance to win this game here. And so -- hey, come on Coach. This is Jimmy. This is Jimmy you're talking to here. We all know how valuable Peyton is to the organization. He's brought in a lot of revenue and publicity for the Colts, and Jimmy's grateful.

But, uh, we know that Peyton's been stashing some Cubans away during his stay here in Miami. Now, we don't mind the occasional cigar, but there's NO REASON that our quarterback should have three Cuban men hiding in his hotel room before the biggest game of his career. So, Peyton's got some new boyfriends. Jimmy's not threatened by Peyton's sexuality. Jimmy's happy for Peyton. But let's think about the rest of the team here, Coach. Give it some thought, eh? Jimmy would certainly make it worth your while. Thanks, Coach.

And Coach? Good luck on Sunday!