Remember when you were a kid and you fell off your bike, face-first, smacking your mouth on the pavement? Remember what that tasted like? Well, that's the flavor of GRIDIRON GLORY!
Hirsh Horn's Weakly Blow is sending out a big, appreciative tom-turkey SQUAWK!!! to a pair of football mascots who never tire of smashing their mouths for their schools. That's the kind of pathological obsession it takes to spell V-I-C-T-O-R-Y. These cross-dressing exhibitionists put the "it" in "spirit" and the "oot" in "root." And you'd better believe they know . . . there's no "I" in "MASCOT."
Hirsh Horn's Weakly Blow is sending out a big, appreciative tom-turkey SQUAWK!!! to a pair of football mascots who never tire of smashing their mouths for their schools. That's the kind of pathological obsession it takes to spell V-I-C-T-O-R-Y. These cross-dressing exhibitionists put the "it" in "spirit" and the "oot" in "root." And you'd better believe they know . . . there's no "I" in "MASCOT."
First, let's bow our heads and say pre-victory grace over . . .
'SENATOR SNAFU'
THE EDIBLE BABY
Smuckhill Junior College Screamin' Eagles
Now let's have a fearsome Weakly Blow hellfire holler for . . .
'WILD OSCAR'
THE OPENLY-GAY
THE OPENLY-GAY
NEAPOLITAN MASTIF
GRIZZLY BIBLE INSTITUTE DANCIN' DOGS Congratulations to November's sacrificial mammals! No turkey can touch you!
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