T.J. You Are Cut

 NFL Crew, I try something new.  I just say that I am just cataloging today.  I did figure it out.  I found the waterspout.  T.J. in NYC is no more.  I have never been about back door.  I always enter the proper way, so that the servants of the land do not play.  J.J. has played a roll in slave trade, internationally, but he has done it corporately, thus it was through movements in employment.  It will be different in the future.  His degree is in Physiology.  I will say no more.  I take a friend's advice today, and say goodbye to T.J.  He will always play.  The NFL can decide his fate.  In reality, no one has ever seen him with me, thus anything he does say cannot be believed.  He always has something up his sleeve.  J.J. does not.  T.J. does not know me at all, and I guess that I have just been the ball to kick and the QB to tackle, but now he will actually have to play, and J.J. can tunnel through and have his way around anything that he does do.  T.J., you chose fraternity today over special forces, thus you are OUT of the NAVY for good and no foreign land will welcome you or house you.  If I see you, I will always be polite, but please, for your own best interest, stay away from J.J. tonight because he is more than annoyed and thus he is working here and overseas internationally to clean up your latest deed.  He and I kept Capital One and all credit cards afloat and now YOU can be the goat that is the sacrifice for the NFL tree.  It will no longer be me.  Jennifer