“You should have stopped having children after Jason!” my sweet mother yelled as Mrs. Kelce’s lesser child Travis converted another fucking third down in Super Bowl 57. In Mom’s defense had Travis Kelce not existed the Eagles almost certainly would have won that particular Super Bowl so, yeah, eat shit Travis. But Mr Kelce didn’t…
I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me.
