The Giants Gnome looks out proudly on the world when his team wins.
The gnome recovers from last week's defeat... only to suffer this week's defeat.
"Ein! Shaer Thali ber mael ti ei volesi os cor vaelor!" says the Gnome, as the Giants triumph over the Vikings.
Translation: “Ahh! Brett Favre just sent me a picture of his penis!”
"Sar'm shar Ai't salol eirdyr!" says the Giants Gnome as he beats up a random Native American in honor of the Redskins' defeat.
Translation: “That’s what I’m talkin’ about!”
"MES AIR, Balyloli!" proclaims the Giants Gnome as he washes the smell of defeat -- and week-old puke -- off his bubbly body.
Translation: “Suck it, Jacksonville!”
"Blaahhhffffff..." says the gnome.
Translation: “Blaaahhhfffffff….”
"Shar? Air'm byr jhoji Ai't colol thelol pyl!" the gnome barks, as he bites a stranger's fingernails in nervous anticipation.
Translation: “What? It’s not like I’m killing fucking dogs!”
(The Gnome is speechless)
Translation: Dallas still sucks.
"Por eileili aeli byroli Shoraendes jhyr jhoji Maesolai?" the Gnome shouts as he makes his victory leap.
Translation: “Did anyone else notice Whitehurst looks like Serpico?”
