Eh, they still got better hands than any receiver on the Eagles roster. But holy snipes. Well, the first one. I know the wing wasn’t warm but he’s gotta do a better shot hitting the Fathead 20 yards out and not launch that missile towards South America. And do you see how one of his victims magically rose to his feet by a simple touch of Wentz? Ginger Jesus not only fucks (on the field, not off. He’s a Christian Cowboy), Ginger Jesus cures.
And here’s Carson talking more homely about his huntin’ life. Not knocking any hunters out there, but it’s not exactly the cutest thing in the world. This overgrown Ginger almost makes killing animals for sport an adorable, endearing trait. Almost.