Excuse me, but I don’t think this football is regulation size.
My shotgun sprays retrievers all over the field. Labs and poodles, too.
When I lower the boom, it’s low. Really, really low.
I pack a mean pooch punt.
One sack lunch, to go.
I got your Puppy Bowl, right here.
Hey ladies, wanna see my flea flicker?
Oops. I thought you meant THAT kind of football.
I’m a one man bull rush, bro!
Did somebody say Super Bowl party?
I dunno nuthin’ ’bout no Deflategate, I swear.
Which way to the tailgate?
Remember the Titans. And the biscuits!
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