It's true. Priest Holmes gave me a hickey after the Houston game on Sunday the 21st. I feel violated and dirty, and for this reason I can't go into any further details about it. Here is a picture of the hickey for proof:
I just want to be alone right now. I just need time to think. Thanks guys, I knew you would understand.
State Og: Safety First
Hiya, this is Dennis "Corin Tucker's Stalker" Farrell, here to drop some knowledge on you once again. Alongside some exciting news about a new State Og-run tv channel, this week's update serves as a public service announcement. For reasons you'll soon learn, we've been forced to slap labels onto our products, like the following:
If you're interested in learning more, then go read this week's State Og. If you're interested in long walks on the beach and romantic car rides to a place where no one will ever hear you scream, send me an e-mail.
Can't tell a drinking fountain from a urinal? We've got you covered. Brush up on your drinking fountain enthusiast -- or sipper -- vocabulary and learn to talk and swap sips with the best of them.
2 PM: Steven J. accidentally drops his vintage Trapper Keeper, revealing erotic drawings of the ‘bunny girls’ emoji. The room draws silent. Slowly, member after member opens his/her notebooks and tablets, revealing dozens of pages of bunny girl emoji fanart. The room votes 12-0 never to speak of this again.
The Something Awful front page news tackles anything both off and on the Internet. Mostly "on" though, as we're all incredible nerds.