More Broadcaster freak outs

Being a douche on the news must be a tough gig because these fools lose their shit on the regular...

This has nothing to do with news broadcasts, but Jim Mora is one Jackal mother fucker.  I wish he would coach the Skins.  Not so they could win, but for the phenomenal after game speeches:

Oh wait, I think I know why they lose it now:

GCOTD: Jackals? Or Gay Clones

Aldente Sschawannz or whatever the fuck your name is. It has been so long I forget. I smoked your Cubans, enjoyed your ball busting, drank your keg, enjoyed your Den contributions, but now nothing. Its almost as if you were a gay clone all this time and hid your true colors. Where the hell is our kick ass banner for the Den? Where the hell is our Vegas update? Is this how you treat your fellow jackals? 

Droppa? I know you work like a African pirate and shit but damn post a comment or something.  We miss your jackalness.  You have yet to write word one in this bitch.

Big Al?  well your family...

Steven, The Wiz, Crazy Pat, Drinka, all my real live jackals.  Ya'll have been pretty decent about throwing a random comment here and there but shit...where you at??

Next Mancation roster may need to be reviewed.  I think we may have been infiltrated by gay clones last year.

Friday YouTube Post: Moron racking his nuts on a decorative pond

Me and Shoulders have been volleying NFL shit

talk like Nadal and Federer on clay(me being Nadal),

so I thought I'd lighten the mood with this douchebag

racking his nuts on a decorative pond. Can you share

with the Den what this poor bastard says after realizing

he can't jump as far as he originally thought? I can't, but

his murmured speech is so fucking hilarious.

While we're at odds with regard to who the true players are in the NFL,

be they Gmen or Dirty Birds, toe stepping sissies or unibrow-clad

harbingers of the deep ball, one thing is certain; bitch gotta go to court.

Enter Agent Double O Shoulders.

He's cunning. He craps $100 bills.

I tried to get his special lady friend in on the action, but she'll probably

go shopping or something. Anyone want to tag along? A little servage,

some NFL footy and then off to celebrate a birthday with Pontius,

because the flyer he made for himself told us to do so. I'm going to

spend the rest of the day trying to come up with a gayer band name

than Titus Andronicus, but don't count on me having success.