Apparently while the stubbled warrior was donning the green and white, he decided it was best to use his time harassing a key, and I'm sure extremely qualified, member of the Jets staff, along with some private contractors (wouldn't want to leave anyone out). The ageless wonder has been all over the news lately (except in Minneapolis somehow) for his apparently dogged pursuit of Miss Jenn Sterger through constant, unreturned phone calls, and penis photography (obviously).
While not necessarily the conventional route, you have to admit Favre courts a woman like he plays football, fast and loose. Is she not acknowledging your desperate voicemails? Time to initiate phase two: sending her pictures of your dong. Priceless.
It's a ballsy move, but what if it had worked? 15 years from now the former Miss Sterger could be Mrs. Favre II (because let's not forget Brett is actually married) and telling her kids the story of how she and their father met...
"Well it's a funny story kids, because at first, I simply wasn't interested. Your dad's down home, country charm just wasn't going over in the big city. But he kept at it. Every day he'd try to call me and I'd ignore him. Then I'd wind up with 20 voicemails, each somehow more pathetic than the last. He had hit a wall.
Until one fateful autumn day when I got a picture message on my cell phone. And there it was. His little quarterback. Conventional game planning wasn't working, but in true Brett Favre fashion, he threw up a hail mary and sent me photos of his naked wiener. And well... the rest is history."
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