Every day is a holiday, another motherfuckin' dolla day!

Still hectic on the non-Romano side of the family, but I wanted to note that today is BENGALS-BROWNS II: THE RECKONING. Or possibly... WRECKONING. Carson Palmer is gonna be hittin' Chad Johnson like he's Rodney King, but with footballs instead of night sticks. Deltha "Dawn" O'Neal has got Derek Anderson on lock, and he'll come away from this one with no less than eight interceptions. DA's gonna be headed to Picayune in exchange for a case of Rap Pack trading cards when all's said and done. Kellen Winslow isn't gonna "Win" at all this afternoon, as the Soulja Boy's gonna find the kryptonite to his Superman in the form of the stifling Bengals defense. Tell 'em! The Cats are gonna whip the Browns so badly that not only are their mamas gonna feel it, the league's going to review the tape and conclude that the teams should trade records. Ya heard? Y'all musta forgot! And then the Bengals whooped them Browns! Who 'dey? 'Dey the motherfucking Cincinnati Bengals, and they ain't dead. They've just been asleep. NOW YOU'RE PLAYING WITH FIRE, BITCHES.

That was my first and last attempt at doing a Davekwon blog entry.

Peace and love, chillens.


I'd like a piece of her love? YES!