We welcome the WizzNutzz's newest intern, the lighthearted Swedish dramatist and HUGE baller, August Strindberg!!!
As the darkness of winter looms, and 3-3 becomes 3-4 becomes 3-eternity, our hearts grow small, smaller than the Hulk’s baby-paws. But as our eyes cast downwards, we see something has shriveled even further, cowering amidst satiny blue folds.
Reports the Washington Post: Coach Eddie Jordan does not believe perimeter defense was the only problem. "Our interior defense, too," he said. "Outside of Brendan clogging the middle up to a certain degree . . . we're small and we're light in the pants."
The interior is defenseless. The middle is clogged. And in our pants hides our true shame, small and light. The wrinkled pinkie of the she-succubus. Even Rod’s half-smoke is missed now.
Following his namesake mulemaster, tense-browed Eddie Jordan has questioned the manhood of his young wards. But they are neutered Urokhai, born of petri, not woman-womb! What choice have they? What choice have any of us?
Posted by August Strindberg, WizzNutzz intern & coveter o' death's sweet relief
