Mike Francesa Searching The Internet For The Mets Selling The Corks From Their Champagne Bottles Was An Instant Classic

Dodjizz…Mets…cawk. You want that cawk? Here it is. Heres that cawk. Fifty foive bucks for some cawk. Mets fans only have to pay fifteen for the cawk. Head over to the awkshun and buy some cawk. It will arrive during the holiday season so you can wrap the cawk up and put it unda the tree. Clubhouse attendants could have made a fawchun sell cawk.

When Mike said “You can’t make it up,” he was spot fucking on. You can’t even script a segment more entertaining than Mike struggling to use the internet and eventually launching into a rant about awkshunning cawk. I genuinely question your sense of humor and your intelligence if you dont find this funny. It doesnt get any funnier than that.

NOT SO FAST, MY FRIEND! Not 24 hours the cawk awkshun Mike BASHED the business plan of Twittuh and had a heart to heart with the Mink Man about porn. Facebook is a dahling, Twittuh is a step child. You hear that Portnoy? A step child:

I forget about Mike and the Mad Dog, just give me 5 and a half hours of Mike and the Mink Man. That awkward laughter from Mink Man SCREAMS “Ive purchased tons and tons of pawno.”