Jenn Sterger, Sideline Reporter (Slash) Brett Farve Pigskin Photo Recipient

When I was a kid, we didn't have all these newfangled cell phones and text messagers to send out our dirty self-portraits, we had to do it the old-fashioned way. I'll never forget the look on the face of Ms. Proust, my ninth grade English teacher when I dropped a blue-pen-ink drawing of my own nude-model-bodied 90-lb self on her desk with a shiny apple and a smile that said, "It's go time, Ms. P". Nor will I forget the feeling of dread when she showed this very same self-portrait to the school principal, the guidance counselor, psychiatrist, and my parents. Still, for all the beatings, chores, and forcible Freudian analysis I endured thereafter, I know, deep down, past the series of restraining orders, Ms. P dug my rocking Papermate-pen nudes.

Just as Brett Favre surely knew how much New York Jets sideline reporter, Jenn Sterger, must've dug his digitally-transmitted dong. You can almost here his Southern drawl with a 'Oh, yeah, you know you love it, sweetheart' as he pressed SEND on his Sidekick. What sane woman wouldn't want that bad boy popping up on her PDA? Score, Brett, score.

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