
By DeJuan C3PO
Fly Scribe
Dog, I am transfixed or transfigured or transubstantiated or something. I have not left my computer for 24 hours, because I cannot stop laughing at that damn bear mauling the sheeeit out of some poor shorty in a green sweater. Dog, I know it's not right! I know it's tragic when caged animals attack (that pickup line has never failed DeJuan, by the by) but damn, that is some funny, seizure-inducing comedy. It also gets funnier with every new shot of Bacardi. Open the hatch and unbutton yo fly!
Fight the Power Rankings!
1. Angry Skillz (7-1). Bitches, 80.50 is not a good score by any means. I could have gotten that using only white-ass running backs and black kickers. Even Andrew Stem, whose three running backs were outscored by his homeboy Lawrence Tynes, who wears kilts and shit, out-did the score of 80.50 with his 80.75. Here is where the chemicals really mix together into a solvent easily digested or taken through the nasal passage: Skizzles' 80.50 points came from two damn people. TWO DAMN PEOPLE BITCHES AND ONE OF THEM WAS NOT CHARLIE BATCH. Flo-Jo Johnzon and Big L.D.N.T.M.SON went off this week, and I have a dirty little secret, better than the secret to that secret ingredient my great grandmother Dorothy Batavia C3P0 used to put in her Feel Good Pie. When those two click at the same time, Madd Skillz is unstoppable, and probably masturbating all Sunday long. Wang, dog. Wang.
2. The Poo (6-2). DeJuan's Fantasy Special this week did not go well, particularly after the lovely Miss Wanda Jackson realized far too soon that I did not, in fact, have a breath mint in my upstairs kitchen and was simply trying to lure her there so we could set the table, if you know what I'm saying. I probably should have left the strobe light off. Also, DeJuan thought the Mexican would get the Poo this week, but it was not to be, mainly because Trailer Trash is still doing his thing. Dog, his running backs are weak sausage if you ask me, but they're still putting up some good numbers. Is that Marion Barber homeboy related to Marion Butts?
3. Private Residence Man (5-3). Second highest point total for the week comes shortly after trading for my sexy twin Edgerrin James, who did not look like your grandma for the first time in a while. It also helped that a true brother made the Trailer Trash look good by catching three touchdown passes, and the Mexican tight end is doing it all again. It is a league of nations for the Marmot! And Rex Grossman, who is from White America, is trying his best to emulate that bear who's attacking innocent bystanders and shit. I just chortled, sending Bacardi all over my bearskin rug. Is that irony?
4. ChamPee-ons (5-3). Yo, forget the fact that his quarterback is Damon Huard, who has all the suck and none of the fabulous goddamn facial features of predecessor David Carr, cuz this dude is loaded at running back. Chump doesn't have any superstars, but he's got Maroney, Addai, Jones, Gore and Dillon, which is steady as she goes. He's done the whole win one, lose one thing for a while now, so this might be the upset the Mexican was looking for, but I'm starting to wonder after the Mexican started Trailer Trash's brother over the unstoppable samurai force that is Tony Romo Dojo. Dog, are you really gonna sit Andre Johnson? I know you want to doggy style Eddie Kennison, but please.
5. The Slumpbusters (4-4). There are two things you can count on every November. One, it's turkey season, which usually means me and my brothers, the Honorables Cuervo C3P0 and BjornBorgC3P1, go hunting for some fine-ass bird somewhere in the Los Angeles suburbs. Last year, we thought we had one, but it turned out to be a runaway cat. Shit, turkey is damn hard to find. Anyway, the other thing is that Eli Gieryna starts bitching about how his fantasy team is cursed and shit. But whatever. Dude plays the Father Almighty and the Mexican in back-to-back weeks and doesn't sniff the ass of Angry Skillz or the Marmot for the rest of the way, so he's just fine at 4-4. He finally traded Willis McGahee, which is too bad cuz Drew Rosenhaus is funny as shit with that slick black hair and percentage of twenty five million reasons to live, for Warrick Dunn, who builds houses for mommies. I like it. Mommies, that is.
6. Fat Legs (4-4). Bad byes coming up for the Rotund One, but the Marmot has his own problems with the bye (and by bye, I do mean sexual videography), so it should be an even matchup and a good chance for his ass to make a move in the standings. Needed that ugly-bitch-ass Doug Gabriel to work some Monday night magic to beat out the Float of Fornication, which is cool, cuz dude has more points than anybody below him in the standings, plus the Pee-Ons. If he can beat the Marmot, he'll have lots of good looking matchups the rest of the way (that's right Mexican and Father Almighty, you know who I speak). By the way, when you add Mexicans to Father Almighty, you get Catholics, so I will call them that from now on.
7. Float of Fornication (3-5). Speaking of Catholics, this bitch had the most points of any loser, but we all know bastard is building for the land of tomorrow anyways. Cadillac, Jacobs, DeAngelo, Jones-Drew and Ron Mexico might make some nice keeper picks, but they could make some noise yet this year as well. Dog, how disappointing was the Minnesota bye week, passing without incident? Too bad Ron Mexico didn't have the same bye week, cuz he would have shown those dudes how to party. I bet Brad Childress don't even know what sex looks like. He should call Tice.
8. The Mexican (1-7). Yo, I thought of putting Father Almighty here, but have you seen his byes next week? We'll stick with this dog, who added two running backs (one running back and a fauxback Maurice Morris, that is) for the price of one mommy house builder. Dude has a nice team for the next seasons, as long as he keeps either the Romo or Human Wang Daunte Culpepper. Couldn't come up with the big upset this week, and the Detroit Tigers failed to win the World Series, so he is pretty much a Ferengi in world full of Klingons. Yo, I know that was weak, but I had to fit in a Star Trek reference somewhere. Fucking every afternoon is a marathon on Spike TV! Fucking Worf! That shit is for real.
9. Father Almighty (2-6). McNabb, Boldin, and Washington all out next week, not to mention Crotch-Itchery, which won't help against Slumpbusters. Dude, I'm sorry man. I'm just sorry. Like, honestly. Here's five dollars.
10. Cellar Dwellars (3-5). But I ain't sorry for this shit. Dude makes a conscious effort to put Shaun Alexander in his lineup with Lamont Jordan supposedly getting playing time, so you get your ass sent to the bottom of the power rankings, foe. Granted, LaMont Jordan was still doing his Making Out With Bitches on the Sidelines thing for most of the game, but Shaun Alexander was in Hawaii smoking a doob, nowhere near the field. C'mon Dwellar, get your head out of your coca garden! Until Alexander comes back, and dog, I mean comes back and actually plays like Jesus, this team is the worst. They won three games, homie. Three times, someone lost to this. Embarrassing.

