Time to for the Cowboys to switch their name to the Cowgirls?

In the Giants-Cowboys post game conference with the media, Terrell Owens figured Hilary Clinton was onto something and went after the women’s vote.

Decked in dark, sleek sunglasses – you know, to hide the puffy eyes - T.O. broke down defending his boy blue Tony Romo. “It’s not fair…he’s team mate…my quarterback”. Yada Yada Yada.

Speaking of Romo, I think he’s on his way back to Mexico. Cowboys management will find him among the Aztec ruins doing his best Col. Kurtz impression. The difference being he believes to be the mythical Aztec god of sports and games Ixtlilton. His main squeeze Simpson will have already been sacrificed to the natives.

Tearjerk Terrell own personal shining moment of thoughtful tenderness. The Nutcracker beckons.
The last time I stared at the TV like I did during his mild meltdown was when I saw Fritz the Cat masturbate. Sincere but creepy.

First Howard Dean wails like a platypus clamping down on a dingo’s penis, next Hilary hilariously chokes up auditioning for the most scrutinized position on the planet and now Owens.

Who’s next? 

What is happening to America? Did the terrorists just win?