Came in to visit friends and raid our staff of our strength and conditioning coach.
He's the gift that just keeps giving. And for that we forever owe him a debt of gratitude.
If Huggs hadn't come to KSU, he wouldn't have been able to steal from us. So paradoxical. Kinda like that age old question,"If a drunk, hollowed eyed sociopath coach falls in the woods, do I give a crap?"
Bob has returned to teach us all life lessons.
Like never to marry the Chi-O in college you always knew was an insatiable, cock crazed whore, but she was really hot and had an amazing rack and the sex was mind blowing. Somehow you convinced yourself she’d never bang all your friends behind your back again, but she did anyway.
It still makes you sort of sad inside, but you temporarily feel better when she shows up on your doorstep from time to time and you end up getting a reach around after a couple drinks.
