I wish eternal hemorrhoids on Matt Patricia. I hope every time he wipes his ass it feels like a cheese grater. Yeah, he could get a bidet but the rocket scientist probably wouldn't know how to hook it up. Thank Lemmy he's not a Rocket Scientist, there would be too many astronaut funerals.
Bob Quinn can go back to fetching Bill Belichick's coffee, which was all he really did in New England.
I'm a bit on the sour side right now, can you tell?