Still, I will honor this wager with you, Mayor Cassella, if you so wish. I will pose with the pile of crap and give the thumbs up to the camera, as if I won't just shove this garbage into the nearest swamp in East Rutherford. (Helpful hint: swing your deceased feline until you hit one with a sickeningly moist thud. Won't take more than a few moments.)
Next time, though, maybe you should work on improving your wager that the Jets and Giants won't ditch your crappy stadium for something with 100% more luxury boxes and 100% fewer rodents of unusual size. The stakes seem to be much higher there and winning much more important.
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