Lovehimlike a littlebrother, but I don't talktohimduringthefootballseasonduringthemonthsofSeptemberthroughDecember.
I don't talktohimatallbecausehe's justoneofthosedisgusting, nauseatedDallasCowboyfans.
Andsureenough, greeny.
Atseven o'clockonSundayeveningwiththeDallasCowboyselevatingthemselvesto, uh, just a impressivethreeandsevenrecord, thismandecidestoleaveme a voicemessageabouthowthey'rewinningthedivision.
They'regoingtotheplayoffs, andthey'regonnahave a legitimateshotat a SuperBowl.
ThisiswhatDallasCowboyfansare.
SkunkssmellbetterthanDallasCowboyfans.
ThestenchthatthestenchthatDallasCowboyfansleavebehindbecauseofhowtheybloviateaboutthemselveswhentheyhaveabsolutelynoreasontodosoisjust a very, verydisgustingthing.