Every mornin' at the mine you could see him arrive
He stood six foot six and weighed two forty five
Kinda broad at the shoulder and narrow at the hip
And everybody knew ya didn't give no lip to big John
What the hell happened last night? Where are my pants and my quarterbacks?
The Bullcast crew gathered a day early last night to fire up some kettle corn and watch the flaming hellscape that was Aggie Internet yesterday. Along with the obvious, we shot from the hip on:
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assuring blue chips that they are the world's most special snowflake
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you know who didn't transfer Johnny that's who