Commercial...Kickoff, Touchback, Commercial...

What kinda pizza you guys want? Dominos? Fuck Dominos, man. That place is slower than shit rolling uphill. We waited forever last time on them. Papa John's? Okay fine. You want like a meat-lovers or something? I think we have coupons for them laying around somewhere. Check the fridge. Alright, here we go: one large, one topping, 14 bucks. Sweet--whaddaya mean it's fucking carryout only? Well, I'm not gonna go get it. You go get it if you're too tightassed to tip the driver, bitch.

We leave you this Friday with an ameteur shot of one of our friends from the Ben-gals, as they are still known. She will undoubtedly be looking to get her pirate on, as Cincinnati comes off their bye week with a trip to Tampa Bay to take on the Bucs, a game that some suckers of the cock are actually picking the Bengals to lose. Anyway, let's not get hung up in lame predictions, but revel in the "natural" beauty as two worlds collide...


So that's another week for us. We may interrupt our search for tall marijuana over the weekendfor a post or two. Or, we'll see you Monday. Well, not see you but, you know? Do you? Okay, cool.