When You Confuse Fantasy Football with “Fantasy” Football

EWE
1 min readAug 18, 2021

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You looking to score?

Pat Mahomes shows up at your door. He’s there to lay some pipe. Mahomes has been kind enough to help you replace your sprinkler system. Before getting started, you ask Mahomes if he’d like to see your cock. He says yes. You show him the rooster you keep in the backyard chicken coop.

You love watching Derrick Henry pound the hole. That’s why you picked him. Henry comes over and the two of you pound — nails into some 2x4s. You’re building a shop on your property and appreciate Derrick’s help. You have beers after.

Davante Adams has incredible hands. They’re so big and strong. You wince when Adams touches it. You’ve got a beautiful body, he says in reference to the 1967 Ford Mustang you’re rebuilding in the garage.

George Kittle sniffs your bunghole. You look at him bent over, his face in your bunghole and think, what a tight end. You shove a whiskey thief through the open bunghole and pull out a sample of the whisky you’ve distilled and are currently letting age in your basement. Kittle swallows it in one gulp. Goes down smooth, he says.

The entire Tampa Bay Buccaneers defense want to ride your ass. You promised they’d each get a chance to be on top. They’re excited, none of them have never seen a donkey before. First, you say, you have to eat my nuts. You hand them each a bag of almonds from your grove.

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EWE
EWE

Written by EWE

Dad. Husband. Writer. Dork.

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