Fuckitall Friday, I'm in love, the doogpants are back



I'm back on the doogsled. I'm tired of this shit.

Petersen is going to destroy Illinois. That's right, Petersen singlehandedly. And even if it isn't a Christmas tree scoreboard light up, he'll still destroy them in a character sense. They'll leave the field broken inside, after bearing witness to a superior coach, nay, human being.

This game, that's right I said game, isn't going to be close. They're calling for aurora borealis tonight? Bullshit, that's gonna to be the reflected glow of the unshielded football radiation coming from the Dawgs caught in the troposphere.

FYFMFE.
 
Are they going to be handing out "Bleat for Pete" t-shirts at the game tomorrow?
 
Are they going to be handing out "Bleat for Pete" t-shirts at the game tomorrow?

Damn straight. Game, airport, border crossing, the Port of Longview, everywhere.

Preferably, I'd like to get one at the RAM before the rickshaw ride to the stadium.
 
I would prefer a score like 34-17 while gaining valuable experience as we prepare for Stanford.
 
I would prefer a score like 34-17 while gaining valuable experience as we prepare for Stanford.

Noooooo. We're gonna hit 'em so hard that Galloping Ghost is going to be exhumed with a Shaq #7 bruised into his sternum.
 
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