Pound that Meat

It's good to wake up delirious on Saturday morning kick the girl out of bed and instinctively head to your favorite Badger Bar. It's bad when the door is locked. Good when you knock and good when they answer. Bad when you're clearly the first person there. Good when the waitresses and bartenders are all smoking hot and are willing to flirt.

This is a long way of saying that when Randy Moss says he'll meet you and he doesn't, its damn good to come out running the ball at a bunch of corn eating, pick&roll oriented, won't get the hot girls at school because that goes to the basketball players, douchebag wimps from Indiana. We gave the rock to Pressly just to scare them. Then we ran at their heads some more. The Mexicans holding "Viva Mr. Man" banners just ran back inside the Alamo. Big white men from the north were running in formation and trampling people. Its good when our O-Line hurts people, it feels good anyway.

Also, in further news, turns out PJ Hill did not get "knocked up" during the game. As we all know, PJ is a "giver" not a "taker". A "pitcher" not a "catcher". A "hot dog" not a "hot bun". He may have gotten nicked up, or maybe knocked out, but for sure he is not knocked up.

I can't wait to get to the Horseshoe. I've found Matt Schabert, working at a Potbelly's, and he's ready to go in the 4th quarter if needed. Unfortunately, Lee Evans was called and accidently caught a 4th quarter 85 yard bomb yesterday.

The OSU all special academic exception squad is whatever. Suck us. Fuck them. It's on.