City Paper is not for tourists
Mount Pleasant Street and Irving Street NW, February 3.
Fuck you, Bill Belichick, you cheating dipshit assclown, for “Spygate.”
Fuck you, Bill Belichick, you classless prick, for running up the score against the Washington Redskins.
Fuck you, Bill Belichick, you worthless failure of a human being who took an undefeated New England Patriots team to the Super Bowl and lost, for walking off of the field early when there was time still on the clock. (Seriously, what the hell was that bush league bullshit?)
Fuck you, Bill Belichick, you fucking choke artist, for the countless other acts of arrogance and general douchebaggery I’m sure you’ve committed during the course of the 2007-2008 NFL season.
But—-most importantly—-fuck you, Bill Belichick, Mr. 18-1 Sore Loser Fucknut, for making me, a lifelong Redskins fan, root for the goddamned New York Giants.
Karma’s a motherfucker, ain’t it, Billy boy?