Had looked for but despairedof having a defensive game, a slobberknocker w/ body parts a flyin'. Told odad-on time stamped email edge rushers could attack Cam and buck him up-er, off.
They did, save for one long scramble.
Yet I hold no brief for Peyton Manning. Buck that ancient fart too, with all his advert $ and gigantic forehead. They can send that head to space and beam ads off it.
This just in, James Brown's hologram booked for next halftime gig. His ghost would show more life than Cold play!
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