So, the New Orleans Saints pulled off the impossible. OK, maybe not “impossible,” but they were certainly the underdogs against RoboManning. But with the Saints’ improbable 31-17 win in Miami Sunday night, a random collection of players with Oklahoma ties now have Super Bowl bling. Who are they? How are they connected? Do you care? All your knowledge after the jump.
So Signing Day came and went. And then The Dooshnoozle of the West “offered” a scholarship to a 13 year-old quarterback from Delaware.
If you thought the city of New Orleans was like another country before, I have no idea where you’ll place them now. This is, without a doubt, one of the most bizarre YouTube videos we’ve come across. And if you sit back and think about all the crazy shit you’ve seen on YouTube, that’s really saying something.
It seems that the first three words that comes out of everyone’s mouth during or after this video as as follows: What. The. Fuck. Elementary, sure. But it’s unquestionably the most accurate response. I’m still shacking my head trying to figure it out.
So, instead of trying to analyse the song and the various cameos — Michael Strahan, Brett Favre, Barack Obama, Lil’ Wayne?, Souls of Katrina — I’m just going to post the video. Really, I’m just speechless. Insanity after the jump. You’ll never be the same.
Lesbians are awesome.
They chop down trees, wear flannel and have scary ankle tattoos. (Note: they’re also good at home repair, cuddling and talking football.)
I’ve been called or thought a lesbian more times than I can count (I can’t count past 20).
My sister (RagingSlutBag not Sugar Bum) and I were holding hands (sisters do that) and walking down the street in a very conservative town. She’s blond-ish and looks like my mother; I’m brunet and look AWESOME.
We don’t look alike at all (aside from twin stellar racks), so we got plenty of “oh my lord, honey, look at those Jesus-hating-rug-munchers” from the women and a few “oh my lord” looks from the men. This entertained me to no end.
So, when I learned that one of my besties has an irrational fear of having strangers think she likes lady bits as much as the next dude, I decided to make it my daily goal to force her into awkward “let’s make this random dude think we’re driving off into the sunset in a Subaru” type moments.
*As opposed to Singing Day, which is awesome and pretty much every Tuesday afternoon*
Not much. And it’s not just Signing Day, but all the bullshit leading up to Signing Day, which starts about five minutes after the Sooners play their final snap of the season.
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