"We're Number One! We're Number One! We're Number One!" That's right bitches, you've heard that incessant meandering squeal before. You're at the game, falling half asleep cause you've done all the fat linemen on the team and fantasized about wrapping all the fit ones in Abercrombie and Bitch magazines, lighting a match, and walking away. You left the tight ends like a prolapsed sea cucumber sewn onto a baboon in estrus. The beer belches and half-wet manpers under your jeans have been filled with urine and god knows what else. That rancid burrito is repeating on you like a howitzer but all you can think about is how that person next to you is going to be an embarrassment if anyone you know who's cool walks by. You wonder why you ever decided to date them in the first place. Oh yeah, they're the school slut and you can't be bothered to invest any more time in a relationship than getting off and logging off. All is well, dear friend, all is well once those jocko-homos from the field see you in your brand spanking new t-shirt and carry you above their shoulders to home base...
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