What Are The Saints Up To?

Posted on January 17, 2011 by Varg

According to their tweets…

Shockey is pimping an energy drink …

Just wanted to let yall know that I have teamed up with Cult All Natural Energy Activator and we are having a…

Tracy Porter (Doubles Deuces) is still taking shit about that stiffarm…

RT @S_dot_baby42 tha year of marshawn lynch stiff arm<---and the year he went home yet again w/out a sb ring..(U too) lol #pow

Usama Young is rating films on a zero to four fleur de lis system…

Good action, story was weak. And too many ‘foooo!’s. I give it 2 1/2 fleur de lis RT @dr_sojo: @usama_young28 The A-Team?

Darren Sharper is looking for a condo in New Orleans…

Well today was productive, went condo shopping in nola. So many decisions

Lance Moore is visiting Tampa and mocking Lebron…

@NickMoore_1 and I have decided to take our talents to tampa for the wknd lol

Drew Brees couldn’t believe the season was over and hasn’t been heard from since Jan. 11…

Well Who Dat Nation, just like you I can’t believe that football season is over for us. I am confident that there will be better times ahead
11 Jan

5 thoughts on “What Are The Saints Up To?”

liprap says:

January 17, 2011 at 10:34 am

And Heath Evans was giving away his helmet in remorse for his picking the Falcons to win, Garrett Hartley was telling everybody where they can keep tabs on him online, and Chase Daniel is duck hunting.
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Varg says:

January 17, 2011 at 10:58 am

Hunting is huge with those guys, I forgot to put Hartley is hog hunting.
Tim Hasselback says:

January 17, 2011 at 7:15 pm

Not one Tweet about how to beat the Max Hall-led Cards next season or how beat the Cleveland Browns at home? And Porter talk shit after becoming an laughingstock. Awesome. Dude getting punked will be shown forever. Tracy, be quiet, you got owned. Bad. Marshall Lynch who sucks made you look silly.
Varg says:

January 17, 2011 at 9:35 pm

An laughingstock?

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