Al Harris and his little friend
Found this over on Kissing Suzy Kolber. It was submitted by Chicago Bears fan Muffmaster C, whoever the hell that is…
We polish off a few more rounds and we hear people saying something about Al Harris. Simultaneously we all realized that Douchey McRaggae was none other than the aforementioned Packers cornerback. Relatively shitfaced, we wrap at the bar and take one last parting shot as we walk out the door, “Harris, you get beat more than a red-headed step child.”
And as we walk by the floor-to-ceiling window in front of the bar we hear a knocking sound and see Al Harris drop his pants, slap his dong on the glass and flip us off while nodding like a bobble-head. Bewildered and thinking we’re about to get our asses kick by a professional athlete we all
ran like girlsmade a clean get away without a confrontation.”
Wow, I got into a few verbal altercations shit-talking sessions with San Diego Chargers fans (all 14 of them) when I lived in Cali, but Shawne Merriman never tried to stick me in the neck with his syringe.
I wonder if Roger Goodell can suspend players for publicly exposing their trouser snakes? What in the hell is wrong with Al Harris? I used to think it was just a few guys (like The Namesake), but now I think, oh, about 88% of the NFL is out of control.
