caldwell is an android created by peyton manning to stand on the sideline and pretend to call plays. i think we all know who the REAL HC of the colts is.
I'd crown the Jets SuperBowl champs if they were playing Taco Bell.... Unfortunately, after losing to the Colts, Rex will grieve while stuffing his face with burritos... Good chance he'll be a shut in by the time training camp "rolls" around...
Just like the Chargers fans, you seem to interpret confidence in one's team as disrespect for the other team. Hmm.
Or maybe it means a man that follows donkeys around and picks hay out of their dung to make a summer hat.
no it means that he's not the one who calls the plays. and peyton manning cant be on the sideline and on the field at the same time can he?
Yea...except for the fact I don't want to worry about him dying on the sideline from heart failure due to obesity some day...
Dungy 2.0: Good morning, Peyton. How are you feeling? Pman: Okie dokie, Coach. Can you please display the film from last night's game? Dungy 2.0: Of course, Peyton. Can I make you a cup of coffee? Pman: Aww shucks, Coach! You know that stuff makes me poop too much! Dungy 2.0: Of course, Peyton. Here is the film you requested. Do you require anything else? Pman: How bout some beef jerkey, Coach? I love me some of that spicy thai jerky. It's all spicy and stuff! Dungy 2.0: I'm afraid I can't do that, Peyton. Your caloric intake for this week is already 10.3% above optimal norms. I could produce a healthy protein shake for you. Pman: Nah. No thanks, Coach. That stuff's too salty...
Hey boy, here's what I want for dinner, listen the fuck up. You kids got any of those low-calorie salad wraps I keep fuckin hearing about? The ones with the lettuce and shit? Alright, give me one of those stuffed into the body cavity of a fried quail, stuff that fucker into a broiled chicken, stuff that little fuckin shit-eater into a grilled turkey, stuff that gobbling little motherfuck into a steamed ostrich, stuff that sonofacunt into the asshole of a fermented fucking giraffe and then cover all of that shit in marshmallow fluff. And don't forget my diet Coke, sissy-boy.