Haha, I'm m in the negative after all of these years. Being a Jets fan is like that hilariously great scene in 'Dawn of the Dead' (1978) when all the zombies are attracted to the Mall and they're kind of bumbling around: “What are they doing? Why do they come here?" "Some kind of instinct. Memory of what they used to do. This was an important place in their lives.” OK, I had to do it:
The fast ones ruin the metaphor. Zombies today . . . ! I sound like my Daddy. "Kids today. . . !" You never think you're going to turn into your parents.
Which outright wild speculation is true and which is false; which should be toned down? Who here knows if he is lonely or not? Who here knows if he is happy or sad? Who knows how important his drugs are to him? And who knows jackshit?
I find it downright hilarious that a brigade of fat men sitting behind keyboards guzzling beer and white claws, taking blood pressure, cholesterol, diabetes, and anxiety meds to get through their days saying Aaron Rodgers is on drugs.
Hey AR.. Win us a damn 2024 SB and then go back to your cave please All I gotta see is 1 more Jet SB in this lifetime and Iam good
