by Mike on Tue Sep 10, 2013 4:19 am
Oh dark gods,
I offer this, mine left tread. You, in your dark glory, give me something to look forward to on Sunday's. Hear me, Al Davis... for thine Raiders give me nothing but pain and disappointment... cleanse my filthy pallet with fantastical fantasy phantasms to give me reason to stay coherent after 12.
Semper Iratus, Motherfucker.