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My Dawling Saints;

I cannot tell you guys how completely proud I am of you... Not only for doing what you do best, but doing the above and beyond, that makes you all so dear to us. No matter where you came from, you are truly our home-town fellas. I am thankful for all you do, the way you electrify our town, the way you all just come around and hang out... The way we all just truly belong together. We are all just a thrown-together bunch of freaky, mismatched Characters... And so is our team. And so it fits.
And I believe in you know you can do it!

Make today your moment. Make this the greatest day for yourselves. It already is the greatest day for your adoring fans and neighbors.
You guys are already heroes; this thing today, well it's just icing on the cake.




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...Inoright?





















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Courtney Love has nipples because God's a sick bastard and hates your eyes


...I'd still fuck her though...
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So I'm sitting in my neighbor Miss Patsy's house on her computer. We're drinking wine and watching videos, doing laundry and yakking nonstop. It's her birthday today. She asks me to Google this one viddy, that was shot here mostly on this very block, and she is in it!
It's the cutest viddy, and a bunch of friends are in it; I'm amazed I've never seen it before. It's called "The Littlest Birds" by the Be Good Tanyas:



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We New Orleanians are known for our great “second lines”... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!



Man, those St. Louis people are weird. Everybody is so polite! The commentators are nice. Even the Chief Official was polite! He was like, “Um. Excuse me for interrupting, but I’m sorry to say that the offense was guilty of Holding. I’m sure it was not intentional, but rules are rules, and there will have to be a 5-yard penalty. Thank you for your time.” Yeeps.
Not that I have anything against courtesy of course. You all know I have an adamant, almost comical, and sometimes even hostile adherence to manners. Yes, hostile. It works for me. Ask Alobar. But still. These people... They’re like in perpetual Prairie Home Companion mode. I have a feeling that when these people say, “Sir” or “Ma’am”, or “Thank you, come again,” they actually mean it. When confronted with rude, negative people, their go-to response would be to “pray for them”.
Okay I’m done.

But, YAYYY!!! Them’s my awesome Saints; you go, my D’awlinz. Not that we’d ever want to be without Seddy Ellis, Jabari, and my new boyfriend Darren Sharper... But Vilma, Randall Gay, Y’all were rockin’. John Carney, my other boyfriend, yeah, we all know you coulda made that 40-something-yard field goal. Don’t even worry about it. Reggie my love, little brother to all of NOLA... It’s just so great to have you back on your game. Thought we were gonna lose you to Special Teams for a minute there. Fuck that Kardashian bitch; we love you like 365,000 of her could never do. Meachem, you are a rock star. Shockey, as always.

You guys make me strong enough to go to work sick.
Almost.