Bengals Super Bowl Eve

[*jason*]

(09-17-2016, 05:35 PM)StrictlyBiz Wrote: Twas the night before the Super Bowl, when all through the lockers
Not a Bengal was stirring, not even Marvin Lewis
Their helmets were hung in the lockers with care,
In hopes that a Bengal victory would soon be there.

The players were nestled in their hotel beds
While visions of victory danced in their heads
Gio with his headache and Huber with his jaw wired shut
Had just dozed off with a good feeling in their gut

When out in the hall there was such a noise
'Twas Burfict and Pac Man coming back with the boys
Curfew was passed but they didn't care
They wanted to see some titties while they were there

"The hell with the team, it's all about me"
Shouted a stoned Jones as he started to pee.
"I made it rain, then shot at some fools"
He even slapped a b!tch who went for his jewels


Burfict was no better or even no worse
He had flashbacks of Porter and started to curse
That mother f*cker shouldn't have been there,
He should've been on the sidelines instead of my hair

It didn't take long for the whole team to awake
their sleep interrupted for their own selfish sake
At that point tomorrows game was already lost
Selfish actions by the "leaders" was the cost. 

The moral of the story is don't place your bets
on the shoulders of a couple of unseemly vets
Now this assertion may seem contradictory
But there's little doubt they will snatch defeat from the jaws of victory.

No way Pacman stays at a "scrip club" in Pittsburgh past curfew. One look at all the harpoon scars on those Pittsburgh sows and he's headed for the door.