Rewind to Friday, September 28, 2007. Do you remember where you were watching the Mountaineer's get beat down in Tampa? I unfortunately do, I was on Lorentz Ave. More importantly, while most of us were getting hammered drunk, our dear friend and faithful reader, C-Rich, was doing what he does best, investigative reporting.
Sure, we all thought he was just getting in line to gaze at the great tits of Jenn Sterger before she inked a Maxim deal, and who could blame him? Matter of fact we would all be jealous and at least the Shoeless Hillbilly would have a bulge big enough in his pants that Greg Hunter would've had to crop this picture above the belt line (Pigskin would've still had an "inny"). The thing is though, C-Rich wasn't just taking a peek at those taters, he was on the ground floor of a growing crisis in America of identity theft. Our good buddy had the foresight to know that some day some high profiled man slut would come calling and likely send Jenny a bushy grey dick pic, thus stealing GB's patented identity.
I have no doubt that C-Rich was all ready persuading Sterger that telling the truth and protecting the innocent is more important than protecting the rich and famous, who don't have a clue of when to hang it up. Thanks to him, Jenn found it within herself to go against the old boy network of the NFL and call a spade a spade. Hopefully our own Grey Bush will be able return to his normal life soon.
This Yuengling is for you C-Rich.
-Shoeless

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