The Fine Line Between Toilet and GMAC Bowls

Crapped Filled Toilet Bowl Or GMAC Bowl--You Make The Call

Speaking of Bowl Games (which I did yesterday, btw, (I write ‘btw’ because now that I am a blogger I need to take all the shortcuts I can to save my precious time. Also, it allows me to impress upon my readership (you), that my vocabulary is so robust and big and shit that I don’t need to write out simple phrases like ‘by the way’ to fully communicate. I am such a great writer I can just aaa (‘abbreviate almost anything’, duh (not an abbreviation for anything, that’s just ‘duh’)) and if you don’t understand what I am typing then urafi (now that’s not technically an abbreviation, that’s internet shorthand for ‘you’re a fucking idiot’, which obviously you didn’t know, being an urafi (again, you’re a fucking idiot) and all. The only problem with writing on such a complexly advanced level is that I have no fucking clue how many right parenthesis its going to take to close out this fucking thing (I am going with 2, not including the one to close this parenthetical comment about my parenthetical comments, which is here->))), the game we have been waiting all year for is on tonight.

Hell fuck yeah. The G-motherfucking-M-cocksucking-A-bitchslapping-C Bowl is on tonight.

I know, I know, me too. Like millions of others around the country I spent all September, October and November constantly worrying that I would not get my dream match up for the GMAC Bowl. Would last year’s GMAC Bowl champions be able to choke out a loss in the CUSA championship game and set up a chance to defend their title against the MAC runner up? I was on pins and needles for like ever.

But then BAM–the stars align up, Christmas gets saved and tonight we get the answer to the question that has haunted mankind every since we became civilized and started chopping foreskin off our cocks—is Tulsa better than Ball State.

College football in January makes my brissed dick hard. More on that later, btw.

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