Susan/Circle:
OMFG did that scrawny botoxed freak Jerry Jones payoff Victoria's Secret or what?
Susan/Circle:
I mean Tony Romo as the Sexiest Male Athlete?!?!? You've got to be friggin' kidding me.
Tara:
Really. Romo is cute, but sexy he is not.
Susan/Circle:
Tony Romo is like the friend of your oldah brothah you make out with one day when your 16 years old just to establish a baseline for your bourgeoning sexual pussy powah.
Susan/Circle:
Fercrissakes Tom Brady's empty fur-collared jacket hanging in the closet is sexier than Tony Romo.
Tara:
And the irony is it's arguable whether Tom Brady is even the sexiest athlete in Boston.
Susan/Circle:
Serioulsy. Hello Quadzilla!
Tara:
And what about Mike MVP Lowell?
Susan/Circle:
Oh, hell, yeah. One of my sweetest memories of the '07 Championship season is when I first saw me some shirtless Lowell man.
Tara:
And Papelbon, sigh.
Susan/Circle:
I confess that even the hillbilly Beckett awakens my innah magma.
Tara:
Oh, girl, are you kidding me? When Beckett walks off the mound after striking out the side and gives the opposing bench one of his death stares, my ovaries burn like brimstone.
Susan/Circle:
Yeah, bring those split fingahs ovah heah, Joshua, and I'll teach you a thing or two about blistahs.