YOUR FRIDAY IS DONE PLEASE ADVISE YOUR BOSS YOU ARE NOW USELESS TO THE WORLD.
I JUST WANNA GET WAYYYYYYYYSTED THE WHOLE TAAAYYYYYYYME. NC State in 1982 was a Babylonian trough of sunburnt bellies, Pac-Man machines running at full blast, ripped, fuzzstachioed dudes in tiny shorts randomly toasting each other with canned beer in coozies, freshly polished Datsuns humming down the main drag, creepy men leering at women from windows with bincoculars, and citizens flipping off the police as a matter of principle.
"Freeze Frame" played in the background at all times, and no one seemed to understand that this was a school because all classes were conducted outside shirtless with open bar. You could start off your late morning with more embarrassing SEC rap tracks, sure, but if the finest recruiting tactics of 1982 aren't enough for you, you should really examine your values and think about your life a bit.
FOR THEIR NEXT TRICK THEY WILL SUMMON THE UNDEAD WOODY HAYES. LAND GRANT HOLY LAND IT'S LUKE'S SIDE PIECE ON tOSU AND IS THE BUCKEYE BLOG YOUR LIZARD BRAIN CRAVED AND YOUR HIGHER FUNCTIONS RECOGNIZE AS OWNAGE.
CANDY SITUATIONS OUTLINED. It started off with a kiss, was fueled by candy, and ended with a bunch of reporters and bloggers wading through Jeff Long's horrendous handwriting.
HOW THE HELL WOULD HE KNOW--- Charlie Weis said Kansas doesn't even celebrate well. Remember, when you hate football as much as a Bill Parcells protege does, you even have to work at looking like you're having fun.
WELL, THAT IS NICE. Oklahoma will honor the scholarship of a 2012 commit who injured his back and will likely have to redshirt 2012. #SabanJokesGoHere