Last week we chest bumped our way into a victory over Douche Lutui & The Tardinals. This Sunday, we're going to march in to NOLA, and beat the shit out of the:

You're world champions, but guess what HalleDrewja Breesus, we don't give a shit. We're going to bombard the French Quarter like the 4 Horsemen, and essentially shit on the Super Dome. We'll probably tear Tulane down too, just for good measure. After 3 quarters of Mike Williams gettin' money all over your DBs, you fellows will probably need to just Haynesworth it and take a nap on the field. 

You know what really puts a bur in my craw? The "Who Dat!?" chant. Is there anything in this multiverse shittier than that slogan? Apparently, in order to properly use it, one must affect a slack-jawed, dumb-as-shit, anemic-due-to-parasites-that's-why-we-think-so-slow, cunty ass accent, and yell it into a camera like a complete fuck puddle. 

According to some people, we're supposed to be scared of The Saints. Hogwash and Poppycock I say--the Blue Battalion is scared of no man. To be honest, we probably don't even need to Hawku this week, that's how Slice-O'-Pie this game should be. But, we will, because it is our duty as The Twelves. 

You know the rules. Write your Hawku, then title it, then take a sip of coffee while you stare at that girl from accounting, then remember to fax your TPS reports, then read all the other Hawku and rec the green into any that swell you with pride.

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MeBane sacks Drew Brees

Now their bellies are touching

Aww, he likes you Drew

Galvatron is Gigantic; Greer Does Poorly Against Big WR

Greer is like five-ten

Bee Em Dubya is six-five

A game of inches