And now, our grand finale!
Special thanks goes to my friends in Christ doublehawk, pinefresh, Ktarthan, Theodorus, Sir Quackington, almightyjimbob, Spinich Chew, cardinalpuck, Mr. Mustard, Gazpacho, Anal Sex, Syntax Null, Danbo Daxter, Zomodok, pixie delights, storming vengeance, cs_weasel, Dr. Bluman, HulkaMatt, Jacobus Spades, Judas Escargot, Carl Von Awesomewitz, Reading Owl, positively, Bag of Glass, Radio F Software, Friend Swan, Napster of Corn and Sawyer9000. May God have mercy on their souls.
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.
There are hundreds of stories happening on the World Wide Web. Let me tell you, that's a very wide web. Our goal at Weekend Web is to bring you the latest headlines from around the Internet. We go into the very bowels of message boards everywhere and find out what millions of online citizens have to say.