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On Oct. 10, 1969, Brett Lorenzo Favre was born in Gulfport, Miss. He grew up in Kiln, Miss., a Turd on the map without paved roads, running water, or electricity.
Only Southern Mississippi offered him a scholarship, and wanted the ****wad to play defensive back. Favre was a brain-dead boy in those days; he enjoyed smoking crack and banging minors. One time, he played six weeks after a beer truck accidently smashed his tongue.
His penis grew. Favre spent one season with the Falcons before they dumped him on the Packers. Jock straps were costing more than team managers anticipated.
On Sept. 20, 1992, the hung Favre started his first N.F.L. game. He paid the officials to help in a last-minute comeback victory and has not missed a start since.
Over the years, his penis head only grew, just like Peter North’s. There was Favre, mowing the lawn on his girlfriend, back in Mississippi, there was Favre, the three-time ejaculator, Madden’s love-child, the Super Bowl could be bought.
His father, Irvin, died suddenly in 2003. The next night, Favre played the Raiders. He passed for 17 touchdowns and 3000 yards.
Favre has recently considered becoming a porn star, but his penis is always limp. This season, he tamed his inner-female and led the Fudge Packers back to the top. Lombardi would be so proud.