Today's article is a long-in-the-works collaboration between Josh and me. We've been putting off writing this thing for months, because we are lazy and misanthropic, but the fruits of our labor are now here for you to devour like the animals that you are.
While writing this was a breeze since Josh is a fine comedic foil, I can't take credit for the actual WORK involved in this article, which was making it look like real newspaper clippings. I've got to hand it to Mr. "Livestock" Boruff for doing a bang-up job and making everything look great, because that sort of thing is wholly beyond my means.
Didn't like this update? Tough luck, there's going to be more tomorrow! Who knows where the thrilling tales of senior grudges will take you.
Honestly, though, I think the best part of this was finding pictures of old men. I apologize to whoever's grandpa the old man next to my columns is, because I have surely tarnished his pride or, God forbid, shamed his memory. Here is us talking about my old man photo:
Livestock: Yours looks like he was shown something amusing that he didn't understand, so he smiled politely.
DannyManic: Sort of like people will do when they see our article.
Livestock: Yes exactly
Simply put, if I had Johnny Manziel’s physical gifts, you better believe I would be there in the Weight Room, getting to bed early, doing whatever I had to do to be the best possible athlete I could be. I wouldn't be posting on social media about sucking titties. I wouldn't even look at a titty, buddy. I'd look at a titty and see two big footballs.
A real friend doesn't move until the middle of August, ensuring temperatures in the 90s and a humidity that turns boxers into moist balls of ruined cotton.
Expendable? You must be joking.
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