This is how I feel about this draft in relation to me.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PIx_NUVcg0Qget it? My team is my girl. I left it alone with Lucky and he made it happy. Is something amiss? I don't know. Turn off the lights and I glow. I sent the auto to Lucky and said "go". Then he was like "Sure. Ok bro"
Went to work kinda nervous and sweatin, worked all day and I was kind a frettin...then [dang]..yeah. You know what I mean. Top 3 guys. Now my team looks mean, so yeah...just kick up yo shoes. Resistance is futile. Ya gots no clues.
Cause. heck. My team's named for a Pope, a Pats legend, and Tebow.
Get it? This draft gave me love but it isn't enuff. I got to have more. Take this whole league to war. I'm gonna make sure that I have my day and smack ya round like 50 shades of grey. I'm gonna do what I want and not even feel guilty because you know that I'm fudged up filthy.