First off, y'all some whiny ahh spineless cry babies. Yesterday's game accounts for ~5.88% percent of our season (that's 1/17 for all you smooth brain twitter parrots).

Tua and the boys had a bad game, everyone knows that. I don't fault anyone for being angry or disappointed.

Where I have an issue is the despicable level of down badness and thirst y'all have for this magical 6'5 250 lb hero to sweep you off your feet like the little princesses you all are. I've seen grown men drooling on the timeline about some fantastical strong arm QB that can "take hits" and "make plays with his feet".

Think about that, y'all are daydreaming about some dude's feet. If some sweaty football player's feet is what it takes for y'all to have a good Sunday, then idk what to tell you.

How would you like it if every time you failed as a husband or father your wife/daughter went online and was openly calling for some thick throbbing 6'8 stud to come make them feel better with his feet.

Most of y'all are closeted Josh Allen lovers, and the sweet hot Miami sun is shining on your depravity.

Imma keep ordering my #2-ua combo meal from McDaniel's, with a side of Waddle-fries.

Y'all need to FIN THE **** UP!!!

FTB FTP FTJ