I don't think we should be concerned about the whole gay thing.
As the official Planet "guy who takes things a little too far," let me be the one to say:
Hoss sh!t.
Really, I'm all for inclusiveness and all that, but when we've reached the point as a society when we can't poke good natured fun at someone for a proclivity to sticking their penis into another man's a$$hole, where are we? Where I come from we call it what it is: buggery.
Of course, I'm a big fan of joking about racial, gender, and national stereotypes, too. Don't mean nothing by it except to grab the most obvious thing to make fun of.
Bloody over-sensitive yanks. "He made fun of me! Whaaaaahh!" Shaddup and take it like a man! (no pun intended, OldBloodyRectum - don't go getting all hot and bothered).
So, to our fossilized, latte-swilling, buggerer buddy:
The seahags suck. Hasselback is going to be the most recent victim of the Belichick Effect, whereby QBs are reduced to blithering masses of confused potential, confidence shattered for several weeks following the tilt with The Mastermind. What you're going to witness on Sunday, Anal Ninja, is what happens when a disciplined, veteran team meets a team full of guys who are uber-talented and riding high on their dominance of the sub-par compitition in their pissant division and conference.
Look, Chocolate Swordsman, come Sunday, while you're playing prairie dog with your close friend Lance and the inseperable couple Neil-and-Bob, the Patriots will be showing the Pu$$ys from Puget Sound what a real hit is, and how matchup football is played. It's late Thursday as I type this. I smile around this time every week during the fall, because as a Patriot fan, I know what this means. It means that about the time the clock strikes midnight tonight, the Patriots defensive personnel will know your offense better than your quarterback. And it will show.
So as you drift off to sleep tonight, Stubble Rubber, picture Tedy Bruschi calling out the plays as your boys line up - and as a special treat for you, picture Big Dick Seymour running down Hass from behind and making him his b!tch.
Pleasant dreams...and remember change the sheets.
-Tex
(P.S. Was that too much?)