College football is killing me. Well, at least causing me severe pain. Two representatives of my local independent businessman just stopped by to tap my patellas with a ball-peen because West Virginia couldn't beat the South Florida last night. It's a good thing I "borrowed" all that morphine from that oncology nurse I used to date. Anyway, let's celebrate this minor upset with a body painter:
Other than the obvious, there are 3 ways you can tell this astute scholar has been over-served:
- He's painted green and yellow, and it's not March 17th.
- Everyone knows sober Floridians don't smoke.
- He's hitting on the fat chicks. -KD
I want more like this!
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