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.
He had a yellow inflatable tube around his waist, the kind with a comical duck head. There was a tiny fish in one of his hands, and a trident in the other. In the background a squirrel wearing shades was water skiing.
Republicans announce that all legislation must be voted on at 2am in a secret chamber, with no one but the lobbyists who write the bills seeing a single line of text. Democrats' Response: Stumbling around a field stepping on rakes, handles smashing them directly in their faces every single time.
For fans of meaningless awards, these awards are extra meaningless.
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