Delicious deliciousness

So, um, that was fun.

Pats beat Vikings? Check
Breet carried off field with busted melon? Roger that.
Randy being Randy and blowing the Pats and Guru? Oui.

How delicious. How delightful. How tremendous.

Shockingly, I have some thoughts on Breet. Like, for example, if he had a "laceration that required 8-10 stitches on his chin..............why was there no blood?



I mean, he's wearing a WHITE SHIRT.....and WHITE WRISTBANDS.



And that's a WHITE TOWEL.



Where's the blood? It's not just bloodlust on the part of the Pix (well, maybe just a little). It's just that even when Breet gets his ass kicked there is something not quite right about it.



The Pix has had stitches in the chin twice. Both times there was enough blood to destroy all the clothes being worn and enough left over to transfuse Vince Wilfork. Somehow, though, Breet doesn't bleed. He just goes nigh nights in the cart....



Of greater concern to the Viqueen's coaching staff, one might think, would be Breet re-injuring his ankle leaping to the podium to remind us all what a tough guy he is after the game. Somehow Breet got stitched up and made his way to the microphone faster than Randy could even get off the field. Oh, and speaking of my new favorite Tennessee Titan.....


These guys might want a refund. (BTW, is that Jonah Hill on the far left?). Way to spend 200 bucks on a Moss jersey you could only wear for 4 weeks. It made the Pix think of this....


Speaking of dumbasses, HELLO Brad Childress. Great job giving up a 3rd round draft choice for a human tumor, pay said tumor 400k per week for four weeks, lose 3 out of 4 games and then waive the tumor without any compensation. What, you don't think someone would have at least offered a 6-7 round pick? Jeff Fisher almost broke his legs running to phone to claim Moss. Brad Childress.....DUMBASS!

But you know who is to blame here, right? Of course it's Breet. Try following the Pix' logic. We all know that Breet whined and cried for his binky Moss to come to the Viqueens because Sidney Rice is not walking through that door. But instead of the move improving the offense, the pantsless dongslinger goes Sarah Palin rougue and starts throwing picks like a blind and crippled Trent Dilfer. But Childress is too big a pussy to get mad at Breet. So he decides to castrate himself.
If he had any stones to begin with, he would have benched Breet and started Tavarious Jackson. But Breet is the real coach of the Vikings. These two clowns deserve each other so much that the Pix has built the two of them a special meeting room for all their "shitty" decisions.....



Go have another meeting, guys. Maybe next time you can trade us your second rounder for Tony Eason.

Wheeeew, that felt good.

As for another violation that occurred last weekend, it seems the Pix' official mother has learned how to use email. Hmmmmm. The Pix does not want to do cyber battle with the grande bird....



.....but let's remember what happened to Mr. Sano and Claude the piano teacher Hasbrook when they tangled with the Pix back in '77. Not good times.....just saying'.

Let's wager.....

Saints -6 vs Panthers.
Chargers -3 at Texans.
Lions +4 over Jeets. Sweet offense last week by the Jeets. And way to give the punter discretion to fake a punt on 4th and 19 from your own 30. DUMBASS.
Cards +8 over Chilly and Breet and their double toilets.
Patriots -4.5 over Mangina and the Browns.

While the Pix will be relieved and delighted the day that Breet no longer plays in the NFL, the Pix has to admit that there will be something not quite right in the world. Who will become the next object of the Pix' disaffections? In a segment the Pix would like to introduce this week, let's look at some potential replacements for the 'ol crapslinger: Here's someone the Pix can't stand........



Coach K. Mike Shisshevski. Or as the idiot Polack spells it, Kryzewski. This self important human stain is just begging for a bitch slap from the Pix. His expression here says it all........"I am more bunged up than a high school girl trying not to fart in front of her new boyfriend's parents". Here's another angle....



"I am coach "K"! World's #1 ass hole! Hear me roar and know this.......you CAN NOT call a foul on my virtuous, sainted basketball team! I am a life coach! I'll have the #1 with fries! To go!"

And......



"Hi there. I'm coach "K". I'm 60 something years old but have no grey hairs. Would you like to kick me in the balls? Would you like to punch my smug face?"

Yes, coach. Yes, I would.




"I am the mighty coach "K". I will strangle the Pix. I will not rest until every preseason college basketball periodical has Duke #1! I don not like green eggs and ham! My underwear is way too tight! I hate that I resemble a rat desperate for a crumb! I am a life coach! I hate that Rick Pitino can bang strange in a closed up Italian restaurant and then have his assistant marry the crazy bird and get away with it! I scream louder than Sam Kinison on PCP! Argh, ARGHHHH!



Wow, random Sam Kinison reference there, no??

Ok, let's end the Pix there for the week.

Enjoy the weekend. Time for #20 to go for about 230 against the Panthers Saturday.



Pix out.