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Brett Favre Considers Lots of Things That Will Never Happen

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Twitter is all atwitter about how an ESPN source is reporting that Brett Favre would listen if the Bears called.

Not that the Bears have contacted him. I’m sure Ryan Leaf,  Joey Harrington and my friend Billy would listen too if we’re just making a list of people that would be interested in playing quarterback for Chicago that should probably not be holding their breath by the telephone.

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Sometimes They Come Back. Again. And Again.

Just when I thought losing the 2011-2012  NFL season was the worst thing that could possibly happen to professional football, I got this email.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

*sigh*

I give up.

Hold Me Closer, Tiny Penis Dancer

When the producers of Dancing With The Stars approached Brett Favre about being on the show, one of them mistakenly pronounced his name “FAA-vuh-ruh” and so Brett said no.

Then, he cried,

Which looks suspiciously like an O face. Which leads me to believe that he is as whiny during sex as  he is in press conferences and contract negotiations.

Now you’ve thought of Brett Favre’s face while he’s having a crisis. I’m sorry.  Anyway, he cried, immediately felt better about the opportunity that Dancing With The Stars could provide in his “I’m Not A Douche, I’m A Great Guy” campaign. He called the producers back and said yes.

Then, they told him that part of the contract included not texting staff members of the show pictures of his penis. Which, by the way, he has lovingly nicknamed “Vlad the Impaler”. Sensing restrictions on his artistry, he said no.

Then he heard that Mischa Barton would be on the show, felt a stirring, deep down in his Wranglers, then said yes.

She suggested he not wear Crocs while dancing. Incensed, he said no.

Then John Madden called, expressed his undying love for Favre and begged him to reconsider. Who can deny John Madden? Favre said yes.

So, near as we can figure, Brett Favre will be on Next Season’s Dancing With The Stars. Having seen the plethora of available internet -based photos of Brett’s trouser snake, I hope he asks the costume designers for an extra sock.

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Breaking News: Favre’s Sister Arrested At Meth Lab

Brandi Favre, younger sister of Brett Favre, was one of five people arrested today at a meth lab in Diamondhead, Mississippi.

Brandi, Miss Teen Mississippi, 1992

This isn’t Brandi’s first trip to the rodeo. She was arrested on a weapons charge associated with a drive-by shooting in 1996 and again for shoplifting in 1999. Big Brother’s website claims Brandi was also Miss Mississippi Teen in 1992, but her name does not appear on the canonical website of Mississippi pageant winners.

Update, Thursday, 1:40 p.m.: Brandi’s bond was set at $40,000 in a hearing today. Charges were manufacturing methamphetamine (or “cooking meth,” as it’s more affectionately called.) and generating hazardous waste. Hancock (Miss.) County Sheriff’s Maj. Matt Karl said that officers are “very familiar” with Favre. “She’s always in trouble.”


This time around, if convicted, Brandi Favre faces up to $1 million in fines and up to 30 years in prison on each count.
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Favre And Jets Sued By Massage Therapists

Brett Favre and the Jets are being sued by two former massage therapists who claim they lost their part-time jobs with the Jets due to complaints they made when skeevy Brett Favre was in hot pursuit. And if you remember correctly, turning Brett down might as well be an invitation for him to start sending you pictures of his little Viking.

But the story goes a little deeper than Brett’s inability to keep his weenis in check, and that’s why the Jets are being included. According to the lawsuit, plaintiffs Cristina Scavo and Shannon O’Toole claim they lost their jobs after lodging complaints about suggestive text messages from Favre. In one case it reached the point where one of the husbands contacted Favre to demand an apology, and for Favre to end his pursuit. According to that guy, Favre blew him off.  Shocker.

When news of this first leaked, the Jets’ massage coordinator, Lisa Ripi, sent a series of e-mails to Scavo expressing her disappointment on how it was handled.

“There are ways to handle things in a professional manner and ways to be compensated not in public …  All this nonsense is unnecessary,” Ripi stated in one e-mail, “For sure feel horrible that u had to go thru that w a pervert … He was wrong on all counts … and we cldve helped u a lot more at that time.”

Don’t worry, Lisa. I’m no lawyer, but I think your e-mails will more than make up for how little help you were then.

It was also reported that Ripi told O’Toole to “keep your mouth shut” and that neither of them would work for the team again.  I mean, you would think these woman would know by now that they’re nothing but the personal play things and toys of the players, and when one of them gets out of line, you extort him privately. Duh.

The source of this sound legal advice, Lisa Ripi, is also an accomplished acupuncturist who spends most of her waking hours sticking needles into 40 different football players from five different teams.  Ripi says she works 96 hours per week and gets most of her sleep on airplanes.  She adds that the players even argue amongst themselves about ”hogging” her services:

“They always tell me I’m their little secret. I feel like the little mouse who takes the thorns out of their feet.”

I guess in Brett’s case, the thorns are about five feet tall and have vaginas.

To me, the problem is much larger than Brett Favre. It’s the well-oiled machine that’s in place to ensure men like Brett get what they want, when they want it. That when this happens to you, this is just how it is and you keep your mouth shut. That way, it can continue to happen forever. Awesome.

The ease with which these women were swept aside by an entire organization because some asshole wanted to get his helmet shined makes me sick to my stomach, and I’m glad to see him go down in flames. His accomplishments with a ball mean nothing to me, and I think his legacy is a small price to pay for the misery he’s caused. Assuming, of course, he’s guilty. Uh huh.

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