From: D. McNabb - FW: fuck you guys

Hey assholes,

Thanks a lot for that ass-whooping last night. No, really, this is the first time I've ever taken this much vicodin and still felt pain.

Well guess what you fat slobs? A-Reid ain't happy about that shit either, and has personally given me permission to run the offensive line drills this morning. I honestly didn't have the energy to put much effort into this, but basically I'm going to line you up at midfield, stretch out, run some tires, do some push-ups, basic warm ups...and then I'm going to hit each one of you with my Toyota Tundra TWELVE MOTHERFUCKING TIMES!

What the hell is wrong with you Willie? You were confused all god damn night like you stumbled into a library. Meanwhile, while you're walking around picking your ass, Osi Umenyiora was one sack shy of getting a sack for every vowel in his name. AND THAT'S A LOT OF FUCKING VOWELS!

Braylon Edwards goes out and has a huge game, Steve Breaston returns a touchdown, Charles Woodson's 4-0, and Jason Avant tells me it's a good day to be a Wolverine. Well not for that mouth-breather Jon Runyan it wasn't! You know they were spotlighting you and Strahan all night, Jon. Did you see that as an invition to put your half-assed performance on center stage?

Well the hell with you guys, I found myself a new crew that loves my ass.