Well this is obnoxious.
The internet in my hotel room has decided to implode, so I'm stuck with no possibility of writing a substantial blog. So, dear readers, with many prayers and dreams and hopes, I'm trying to update via text message. And because I'm not entirely sure it will work, I'm going to make this one short and not-so-sweet.
A haiku about today's ten hours of speech:
Did you hear the girl
recounting her horrible
life? Yes. We all did.
If that's not your style, try this:
When you make rape jokes
in your intro, I will play
games on my iPhone.
Seriously, Minnesota coaches?
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