Wild night for me. I went out with my FUCK Y'ALL I'M FROM TEXAS shirt on... by the end of the night, I had sold it to some chick for $50 and a shot, wore nothing but my hoodie the rest of the ngiht, and went home with another chick.
Between packing my flask and selling that shirt, I actually profited at the bars I think. Now that's a well-run campaign
Oh yeah, and Colt McCoy has vaginitis.
I don't care what your arm feels like. Look around, you are in the NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP. You'd need to drag me off that field kicking, screaming, and bleeding.