Posted on 02/04/2014 7:37:24 AM PST by rktman
According to the Internet, the flashy fur coat worn by Joe Namath during the botched coin toss was one of the biggest stars of Super Bowl XLVIII. It even has its own Twitter account.
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Tell us again...how many Super Bowl Championships does Joe-Willie have?
At least ONE
...and how many does Peyton Maning have?
Just sayin’
I loved the coat. But I love the fact that Namath doesn’t give a rat’s rear end what people think of what he wears even more.
Rock on, Namath. (Can I have the coat when you’re done with it?)
Excellent news for trappers.
Back when the Super Bowl really meant something to football.
Wait, Joe-Willy beat the favored Baltimore Colts who were lead by Earl Morall (1 Super Bowl win as a back-up) and Johnny Unitas (1 Super Bowl win as a starter).
Why so many Peyton haters?
Gorgeous coat! Is Namath part Native American, because it suits him perfectly.
that’s funny! that’s EXACTLY what I was thinking! He looks exactly like a native American
Listen up brothers and sisters,
come hear my desperate tale.
I speak of our friends of nature,
trapped in the dirt like a jail.
Vegetables live in oppression,
served on our tables each night.
This killing of veggies is madness,
I say we take up the fight.
Salads are only for murderers,
coleslaw’s a fascist regime.
Don’t think that they don’t have feelings,
just cause a radish can’t scream.
Chorus:
I’ve heard the screams of the vegetables (scream, scream, scream)
Watching their skins being peeled (having their insides revealed)
Grated and steamed with no mercy (burning off calories)
How do you think that feels (bet it hurts really bad)
Carrot juice constitutes murder (and that’s a real crime)
Greenhouses prisons for slaves (let my vegetables go)
It’s time to stop all this gardening (it’s dirty as hell)
Let’s call a spade a spade (is a spade is a spade is a spade)
I saw a man eating celery,
so I beat him black and blue.
If he ever touches a sprout again,
I’ll bite him clean in two.
I’m a political prisoner,
trapped in a windowless cage.
Cause I stopped the slaughter of turnips
by killing five men in a rage
I told the judge when he sentenced me,
This is my finest hour,
I’d kill those farmers again
just to save one more cauliflower
Chorus
How low as people do we dare to stoop,
Making young broccolis bleed in the soup?
Untie your beans, uncage your tomatoes
Let potted plants free, don’t mash that potato!
I’ve heard the screams of the vegetables (scream, scream, scream)
Watching their skins being peeled (fates in the stirfry are sealed)
Grated and steamed with no mercy (you fat gormet slob)
How do you think that feels? (leave them out in the field)
Carrot juice constitutes murder (V8’s genocide)
Greenhouses prisons for slaves (yes, your composts are graves)
It’s time to stop all this gardening (take up macrame)
Let’s call a spade a spade (is a spade, is a spade, is a spade, is a spade.....
Hey Joe, that coin flip thing was a bit off timing?
That was Joe Namath?
I thought it was Barbra Streisand.
Joe looked good in a fur coat in the 70’s and he looked good in a fur coat Sunday. :-)
Streisand never looked that good.
Because nobody ever tried to declare Joe-Willy the greatest ever. Through no fault if his own (it’s not like he’s ever made these claims) Peyton is graded on a different curve, a curve that makes his so-so playoff record stand out brighter.
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