In an effort to change the somewhat bitter tone of recent threads, I propose a new topic that I think will give everyone a smile and reason for good natured jocularity.
Imagine a virtual pit into which your college mascot, starved and abused into a snarling rage, is slowly hoisted down to fight to the death with my college mascot.
In the first of such grudge matches, a gelded Texas longhorn, still bleeding from its evacuated sack, but relatively huge in size, and with pointy horns gleaming, is loaded onto a winch and slowly but surely cranked down into the pit where awaits...
its worst nightmare.
The fierce killing machine that is the Michigan wolverine, pound for pound the meanest and most rapacious species of rodentia the earth has ever known.
Alas, before the straps can even be removed from the pathetic cow, my wolverine has eviscerated it and made a fine snack of its entrails.
Next?
I invited you to hoist your own college mascot down into the arena where it shall quickly join the carcass of the cow.
(Guys! Isn't this fun!!!!)
The challengers are coming too fast to keep up with. I will try to address them in order.
The Aztecs sacrifice the drunken Viking in an East meets West Ragnarok that does not end well for the East.
The Cougar beast, in what may be its final ovulatory cycle, pounces upon the Aztecs, and proceeds to dispatch the young Aztec warriors to perdition via its voracious sexual appetite that takes and takes and takes but gives nothing in return but the horrible taste of an aging southern belle with claws.
After the train its pulled, the Cougar can barely walk. But at this point, at least, she remains the winner...
The challengers are coming too fast to keep up with. I will try to address them in order.
The Aztecs sacrifice the drunken Viking in an East meets West Ragnarok that does not end well for the East.
The Cougar beast, in what may be its final ovulatory cycle, pounces upon the Aztecs, and proceeds to dispatch the young Aztec warriors to perdition via its voracious sexual appetite that takes and takes and takes but gives nothing in return but the horrible taste of an aging southern belle with claws.
After the train its pulled, the Cougar can barely walk. But at this point, at least, she remains the winner...
