Today, I had to suffer more humilation. You ask, "Tony, did the Toid make you do sexual deeds unimagined by the most hardened convict serving time in a Turkish prison?" Not this time, Bub. The Toid was at the Library defecating in the computer lab while I was home alone with my kleenex and KY.
Instead of watching the master's porn collection. I decided to watch ESPN. I was so humilated by watching my beloved Huskies of Connecticut get destroyed by the lowly Deacons of Wake Forest in the Car Care Bowl. The Deacons play 17 home games a year and wins none of them, I tells ya. At least that's the way it seems, right? Don't you picture a perverted head coach Jim Grobe charging onto the field with a strap-on and lipstick waving slightly effeminate-looking pompoms, pretty nice company in soccer, but pretty crummy cohorts here in the land of man's sporting events.
Those who say Wake Forest is a tough place to win college football games are fools, the school hasn't posted a winning season ever.... woo, woo, woo, woo, wooooo.....
Today, the lowly Deacs were more or less at home against the Huskies ranked 25 in the nation. What did the Huskies do to these bumkins? Did they play for pride and honor? No. The Huskies sucked jelly out the ass of the Deacons instead of molasses only because the Deacs prefered jelly. Rarely has a team looked less-prepared than Connecticut did traveling across the country to be humiliated on national TV by the Deacs.
Watching my team get raped on TV reminds me of all the humiliation visited upon my ass. I know my master will probably kick my ass and say that I am a good one to talk about getting beat up all the time, but I feel a push coming and I am not talking about up my anus cavity on my prostate. I think it is quite possible that I could be the Texas Champion pretty soon and then the Toid would have no reason to play that muted trumpet everytime I lose because I would be back in my prime... nyuck, nyuck, nyuck.
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