Heeeeeey! Heee Called Meeee Phyllis!

Instead of complaining about how much I fucking hate Philip Rivers (and how he made me realize how much I hate the Chargers and their self-righteous clan of dick saucers) I'm just going to do this: "If Philip Rivers can manage to injure himself solely with poor throwing mechanics and still manage to taunt and argue with Colts fans even when he had no part in the game winning drive against the Colts, you have to eat as many babies as you can..." "You got a dear!" Moral of the story is: I'm no fucking Aesop.