After the Raiders shredded our D then it looked like the same old Tannehill on his first drive I put the game on pause and went to take a **** (crap). It was one of those awful greasy ones, it was at least a 20 wiper until I just gave up with **** all over my hand. There it is, the **** Gods have spoken, I thought. Then I resumed the game and it completely turned around at that moment. Now I'm left with questions. Are the **** gods not real? Can what I went through be considered a sacrifice?
WHY **** GODS, WHY!?!?!
