Saturday, June 26, 2010

Hittin Da Lynx: Fat Monkey Butt Is Not Alone



By Spezzal Teams Playa


Having your computer crash isn't the only reason to ask the Commish to fix your lineup. For example, maybe you are planning a vacation. Or maybe you're an old man who can no longer see your monitor. Or maybe something even more unfortunate.
  • Some of you may have received this message already, but it appears that our buddy, Franconia Wombats, is about to be incarcerated. [Don't drop the soap]

  • Those of you in the Dynasty League might remember some biotch who preferred whining and nagging, to following baseball. You know, like every other woman on the planet. [Kicked to the curb]

  • If you're like me, and your assless chaps are still at the cleaners, here's hoping that they are open on Sundays. If they aren't, that's gay. [Not that there's anything wrong with that]

  • Whether you are old enough to remember the original A-Team or the original Hawaii 5-0, logic dictates that you are old enough to recall when rappers borrowed liberally from those iconic programs, sucka. For our younger readers, those were TV shows in the 80's, fool, that made Lost look as unpopular as the new Isles GM's old show, Unhappily Ever After. How's that for an awkward segue into Fowl Play's non-fantasy-sports-related leisure activities. [Hurley, we've got to go back to the island]

  • Years ago, while living on Spray Avenue, my typical neighbor spent his time discussing the relative merits of Beer™ brand beer, local hero Ryan Smyth, and the Waldhaus Pub. Certainly nothing even remotely cerebral, like Golden Carp's version of Banff. [How to feel dumb as dirt, in ten easy seconds]

  • Finally, in order to justify using her name as a tag to drive up traffic, here's Samantha Micelli on high school in Minnesota, making Ottawa nerds feel comfortable around hotties, and her brother's uncanny ability to predict the obvious:






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