WDR reporter Mike Woelyoshoen is on the beat in Tampa and caught up with Bill Cowher's Racist Psychotic Chin at a Hooters near the stadium. In between signing autographs by smudging the lowermost tip of his "body" in hot sauce and then smearing it on the terrible towels that Steelers fans apparently and inexplicably carry around all the time, not just on gameday, the Chin answered some questions for us. Here is the transcript.
Mike W: Let's start off with the easy ones. Who's your pick for the big game?
The Chin: The Cardinals, because their coaching staff will be focused on the game and not P Diddy's after party.
Mike W: Is that a veiled reference to Mike Tomlin being black?
The Chin: Are you a veiled reference to being an idiot? I'm not in a funeral procession you namby pamby journalpuss. It was a statement of fact.
Mike W: Moving along...what has been your favorite part of Super Bowl week so far?
The Chin: Well Whisenhunt and I had a few Red Dog's over at Whiskey Tango the other night before hooking some tail at this very Hooters. Girl had just won a wing eating contest and was ready to cleanse her pallet with the old Chin.
Mike W: That's a hell of a euphemism.
The Chin: A what? What are you talking about? We went and got sorbet after that.
Mike W: Oh. Sorry. I thought....something else.
The Chin: After I got that wing taste out of her mouth then I gave her the old one, two, now buckle my belt back up women.
Mike W: Well thanks for your time.
I know what that picture is...that is a picture, of one of the mites, that infests the Chin...
It's kind of like one of those parasites that fell off that Cloverfield monster...
Yeah, that's it; that thing fell off of the Chin, and then died on a beach, a lifeless husk-like shell...because it could not find another host Chin
Posted by: Hofbraunow | January 29, 2009 at 10:26 PM