And on Sunday I made it clear how dumb I think he is.
Turns out, I was too kind.
Not only is there a report that brain-challenged Brett Favre used his team-issued cell phone to incur tampering allegations with the Vikings -- so that's how the Packers got their hands on his phone records -- but now there's a report that Favre could be headed to the Bucs.
You know, the one team Favre was reportedly not headed to.
Just when you think Favre couldn't possibly be dumber, he dumbs himself deeper into a corner. If the tampering allegations are true, he has cost himself a shot at his preferred destination, Minnesota. The NFL would never allow Favre to go there.
And now, it looks like the team hottest on his trail -- Tampa Bay -- is the team he most prefers to avoid.
You've got to hand it to Favre. That is one stupid SOB.




Haha, I'm still getting impersonators? I haven't written anything to you for many months.
I see now that your Hate Mail is still functioning, so perhaps I'll have to submit some doozies for ya. My first post didn't even come close to summing up the whole situation of what is going on. Those brownshirts seriously violated like 8 of the first 10 amendments to the Constitution, and even that doesn't cover all of the wrongs. I'm quite literally being terrorized and extorted by the Iowa City Police Department. I'm experiencing a severe obfuscation of defense. I'm being subjected to cruel and unusual punishment. My person and property are being held guilty until proven innocent, which they are making impossible by their obfuscation of defense. I've appeal for redress of grievances and have only been met with ridicule and denial by the brownshirts. They threatened to take my child away and arrest me for interfering with official acts, simply because I questioned the validity of the stop and their unlawful seizure of my property. I couldn't get the officer to show me where he had the right to seize my property. The officer could not provide anything but hypotheticals and threats. The brownshirts were going to leave me, my child and about $1,000 of work supplies stranded 20 miles from home in a less than desirable neighborhood for such a scenario. Then the shift supervisor loaded my child into the back seat of the squad car and strapped her in with a shotgun pointing in her direction, mounted inches from her head.
Those motherfudgers fudged with the wrong motherfudger.