Put a college kid (presumably a furry) in a costume in front of thousands of people and tell them to start wildin'?I wonder if anyone has ever pooped/peed/skeeted on themselves while wearing those costumes? Probably.
Scratch is at least better than this thing.
Pretty sure this also applies to the legal profession.From WWTDD:
In the absence of winning, being a functional alcoholic becomes a problem rather than a coach’s idiosyncrasy everybody needs to shut the **** up about and ignore. USC is determined to use their shock at Sark’s drinking problem as grounds to void the remaining three years of his expensive contract. All of which should be a lesson to addicts out there, don’t suck at your job. The difference between a lousy drunk and a man bravely working his way through a disease is about two conference rival victories.
Like to see you say that to Rob Lock's face, KingLlama.The Wildcat on stilts always weirded me out a bit. Just lumbering around in white and blue, way above everyone else, with no real purpose or value. Basically Rob Lock.
more like sucky lmfaoYou guys remember that big inflatable mascot they used to have at basketball games? Tucky? He used to do that stupid trick where the guy inside would flip the costume upside down and act like tucky was walking on his head. Awful
Also doesnt help that he & every other Wildcat are about as large & intimidating as a household kitten. the bengal tiger that nearly caused Craig Yeast to ish his pants a few years ago, they are not.Unlike the school's two costumed mascots, he never attends games, because bobcats are very shy by nature and do not react well with large crowds.
betcha those firecracker jump rope gals could get good elevation on our new turfHeard we're bringing out the cloggers at halftime Thursday night, field turf be damned.
Sounds perfect.Agree the first week of November is too early...but the new proposal would put the Final Four on Derby Weekend.
Pumpkin pie shots tomorrow in the Orange Lot.
Heard we're bringing out the cloggers at halftime Thursday night, field turf be damned.
Time you getting down there? One, one thirty, seems to be the consensus here.