Maybe Jimmy Spags can finally fulfill his lifelong dream of attending a game at that price instead of peering through the restaurant window at the TV from his dumpster...
Sheesh, why don't you and Butt Fumble get a room?! He's as disgusting to look at when not playing football as he is when playing football
At least we know your type now Shaw...
And in some rusty dumpster, in a darkened alley, at the rear of a seafood restaurant, Jimmy Spags just fished out his trusty switchblade and is eyeing his wrists wondering if he goes vertically instead of horizontally this time...