In today’s NY Post, Giants safety Will Demps admits to being faced with “Bimbo Overload” while plowing through the NFL groupie circuit.

I’ve had my share of fun with these types. I’ve flown beautiful women with agendas to big games . . . I’ve wined and dined them at the fanciest restaurants knowing I could’ve shared my bed with three at a time.”

Color me Pollock, but his statement reads an awful bit like, “I’ve flown beautiful women with big vaginas.”

Needless to say, the endless romp has ravaged Demps’ ID, flowering his decision to pass on the ass.

They hang in packs like vultures . . . posed with breasts spilling out of their shirts . . . In the end, I know these women can never fulfill a need beyond my libido.”

I agree.

Big pancake tits and loose vag’s don’t really fulfill a need beyond my flesh rocket either, Will.

However, your fellow train runners and roast beef rompers may not agree.

Here’s what some of your fellow Giants teammates have to say about you laying off the pussy.

“I thought I left all this liberal ‘I’m not shavin’ my pussy’ thought up in Providence.”

“Shit. Looks like I will have to triple up on my pussy eating.”

“PUSSY BUFFET!”

“Will’s gay? I ain’t know if I gon’ feel comfortable with no patch dick mother fucker ’round the locker room.”

*massages groin with bengay** “They just got a taste of the third leg last season. This is just a smokescreen by Will. He’s fifth on the pussy depth chart and he is in denial.”

“I respect A.C. Green’s decision to keep the sanctity of his eden.”

Alas, the NFL is faced with its first case of estrogen, a performance limiting drug.