Dilly Dally (The REAL reason the Colts had to cut Da'Rick Rogers immediately)

"Well it was good while it lasted bruh!"

Albert Einstein once said, “The difference between stupidity and genius is that genius has its limits.” Robert A. Heinlein, the famous science fiction writer, kept it simple with, “Never underestimate the power of human stupidity.” Then Frank Zappa, the famous writer, composer and music producer, pulled out the old school encyclopedia on a boy when he said, “Some scientists claim that hydrogen, because it is so plentiful, is the basic building block of the universe. I dispute that. I say there is more stupidity than hydrogen, and that is the basic building block of the universe.”

Well…I don’t know about that playboy but I do know that there was more stupidity in the ride with Colts wide receiver Da’Rick Rogers early Monday morning than hydrogen when he got popped on IUPUI’s campus. This clown was pulled over on suspicion of drivin’ under the influence by campus police of all people bruh! His blood alcohol content was between .08 and .14 percent accordin’ to the duns at IUPUI.

The Colts didn’t waste any time cuttin’ him either. By the time he made bail they were standin’ outside the joint with all of his stuff in a brown bag. And that’s the edited version. Boyz were like, “It was nice doin' business witcha but I’ll holla pimpin’!”

Now let’s keep it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1^st! Rogers was the sixth wide receiver on the freakin’ roster bruh and they only had six! For all of you simple minded individuals that means he was under the bench in a strait jacket with his mouth duck taped and his shoes tied together. He wasn’t playin’ unless the other five cats suddenly came down with chickenpox, bubble guts and poison ivy in that order.

He was already on thin ice with these boyz because he had a history of foolishness datin’ back to his days in college. In 2010 while at the University of Tennessee he was arrested as part of a bar fight. Then he was dismissed from the football program for marijuana use and therefore went undrafted. And you already know that if he was kicked off of the team for smokin' weed that he was a repeat offender. They don't just kick a boy off for failin' one drug test playa.

Ole boy hasn’t been active for any of the Colts first four games so that means that this dun isn’t even dressin'. So why take the chance on gettin’ popped when you’re barely on the freakin’ team anyway?

Now on some real talk, the Colts didn’t cut that dun because he was drunk bruh! The REAL reason that they cut him because he got pulled over by campus police!! He got popped by Ole Otis that carries a water gun and firecrackers bruh.

"You talkin' to me der boi?"

Ole boy was like, “Whatcha say der boi? Where ya goin’ der boi? Ya lookin’ fa some of dese young girl on campus der boi? Step out da car der boi! So ya play fa da Colts der huh boi? Well I ain’t never seent on the field der boi! Oh, you da six string receiver huh? That’s mean you ain’t got uniform der boi! And take ya dilly dally off while I’m talkin’ to ya! Oh you can’t walk that line der boi? Dat mean ya goin’ to the clink der boi! Here what I say der boi? Ya goin' in the clink der boi!  Get it there and don’t mess up my back seat!!”

When the Colts saw that the IUPUI campus police ran him down they had no further use for him. Get rid of that dun immediately if he can’t out run Ole Otis.

Now I actually over heard some Colts fans that were upset that ole boy had been cut. They were like, “How do the Colts have the nerve to cut this cat and the owner was popped for havin’ drugs in the ride and he was high? Explain that one to me?”

Well pimpin’, the key word here is “owner.” Jim Irsay can ride down the freakin’ street butt naked and high with his pubic hair hangin’ out of the trunk if he wants to bruh. He can’t cut himself you idiot! He owns the freakin’ team! When Da’Rick Rogers gets enough bread to own a team then he can ride around naked with his shoes on the roof of the car and his underwear hangin’ out of the passenger side door as high as a kite and only pick up a misdemeanor too.

But since he doesn’t have the bread to own the joint and he’s the dun standin’ in the vestibule on Easter Sunday mornin' rockin’ a purple suit that’s draggin’ the floor. Why? Because he doesn’t know how to spell the word tailor, he’s gotta find another job. It’s just that simple playa and take ya dilly dally off while I'm talkin' to ya der boi. Stop me when I start lyin’!

Holla At Ya Boy!
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