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Showing posts with label no pants dance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label no pants dance. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Travis Meade is an acrobatic lover

There were plenty of expressions of joy from the players on Saturday, but none were as poignant and awe-inspiring as Travis Meade's celebration with unwitting teammate Damian Sims:
What a masterful run! Allow me to perform a Flying Romanian Throatclogger!

Thursday, August 30, 2007

Holy fucking buttfuck FOOTBALL STARTS TODAY

Right now I look like this, but without headphones. Or pants.

The posts today will likely be erratic, nonsensical, and unimpeachable evidence of serious chemical imbalances. We do not give a fuck. Football! FOOTBALL!

Tonight's main event is #2 LSU at #6054 Mississippi State, whose coach's most notable achievement thus far is evading the fans in pointy white hats. It will be an unmitigated slaughter between two teams that Big 10 fans haven't got much reason to care about... except for the fact that it is motherfucking FOOTBALL!

I'm going to do some laps around the office butt-naked now.

More later.