Verily,
orgasm has no gravitational pull over Tim Tebow.
It is all scrutiny and the rest of nasty crap; alas, Peyton Manning wends his weird to Denver, becoming a Bronco; however, resonating to the cyborg arm--the CYBORG ARM. Truly, Peyton never gets his shirt dirty. An All Pro and AFC Champion, Peyton has the right to feel the awesomeness of privilege; still, Tebow took his team beyond the AFC Wild Card, without the mercurial assistance of mini camp, nor the first starting dates defeated by the quarterback Kyle Orton. Peyton started and culminated with an AFC Wild Card Victory though didn't eclipse Tebow in the progression of play-off wins.
What if Tebow was African-American? Totally, Newton and RG3 have eaten up the highlight films with their agile acrobatics carrying the beloved pigskin; nonetheless, Tebow's Invulnerable Doug Flutie protects him, giving sanctuary for offensive touchdown rushes--the best option man in football.
All in all--does his Flamboyant Christianity eclipse his talented function on the grassy field? Regardless, Tebow, and I am too drunk now to further expand, outshines the competition with the grace and humility of Saint Francis; plus, he is wicked, besmirching, becoming an Earl Campbell with an accurate left arm graced by the speed of Hermes--and Tebow will never get the Hermes Virus.
Sincerely, Mark David King
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