After the jump? A bit more…

Text Messaging Recap:

11:34pm -Rex to Spence: I really wanna drunk dial Roman but Hef claims to not have his number.

11:41pm – Spence to Rex: I’d kill a baby for his phone number.

11:50pm – Clown to Rex: You should drunk dial him. Tell me if he sounds as ghey as you. I mean, sounds as ghey as Hef. (Editor’s note: Rex sounds the complete opposite of a Strahan. A blend of Barry White and a Smooth Jazz FM DJ.)

Roman, please post your phone number so we can call you. Seriously. It’ll be a hoot.

When reached for comment, Mr. Roman W. Helmet issued the following statement:

Mother fucker..seriously..Fuck..Its the Fucking Cleveland Brown Secondary..they have fucking Terry Cousin playing back there..3 fucking picks..3!!!! Holy fucking cocksucking shit….Mother fucker..I fucking am sick to my stomach how fucking inept and terrible This game has been played…the Defense has been horrendous and Eli has taken every shitty opportunity given to him and tossed it away…FUCKING MOTHERFUCKING 2 FUCKING POINTS..HOLY SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK…FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK

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