On 5/17/80, I was approaching my third month on earth, meanwhile one of the wackiest romeos to live on volcano was finally given permission to impregnate his true love, Saint Helen.
This crazy s'um bitch and his furry companions went by the name Truman, that's right Harry S. Truman. Well, maybe just Harry Truman*. The S in this case is Stupid or Seriously-stupid.
On 5/24/85, almost five years to the day a minor mudflow in the crater of Mount St. Helens yielded one carefully incubated and constructed specimen. With cat like reflexes, but only 16 fingers and toes, conjuring fire from his belly, and lacking all possible thresholds of fear, the man-child that you know as the undrafted free agent...yeah, scottie ware.
NFL teams; WARNING: hire, or beware.
Joey's mere mention of 'the bull' today forced this on me, sorry.
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