Is there any other way to put it?
Hell, I liked Maretellus Bennett’s outspoken nature. I liked what he brought to the field — supposedly.
But the Green Bay Packers obviously didn’t because they shitcanned him on Wednesday. And you don’t shitcan someone who is looking for other opinions on an injury, as was the stated affair — for the second week in a row.
You shitcan someone because he’s a — get ready for this and excuse my language — because he’s a bag of fucking shit.
I would bet my ass that Martellus Bennett wasn’t actually looking for other opinions. He was maybe looking for other teams he could sign with. I bet, chief among those teams are the New England Patriots.
I bet they will give him a second opinion on on his “injured shoulder.” Maybe even a third.
Fucking injured shoulder now looks like another injured vagina.
Maybe that’s why he talked about retiring. Just couldn’t handle it in Green Bay. Then maybe just couldn’t handle it without Aaron Rodgers.
I’ll tell you this, Marty.
I had respect. I got none anymore.
Let’s be honest. You want off the reservation. You don’t give a shit.
Tell me otherwise.
Hell, we all want to win. And the Packers have never put enough talent around Aaron Rodgers, except for 2010. And they probably never will again as long as Ted Thompson is GM.
How long have you had to build a defense, asshole?
Eleven, maybe 12 years?
You’re a fucking failure. An ultimate failure. Kinda like whoever was the GM of the Miami Dolphins in the 80s. You can’t make Dan Marino — Dan Fucking Marino — a Super Bowl winning quarterback because you can’t procure one goddam running back worth a shit?
Well then, fuck you. You suck.
You only kept your job because of Dan Marino.
Ted Thompson, you only kept your job because of Aaron Rodgers. I must have said it 100 times and you know it. Too bad old Ginger Gap Tooth is unaware.
Too busy smiling and shaking hands around the community to know I could drive a Ford F-150 through his gap teeth. Stupid ginger fuck.
Marty Bennett… go drop some passes elsewhere, you useless fuck. You were fun while you lasted… or wait, until you quit like a pussy.
Go rub your pussy somewhere else, with books and cartoons no one will see.