Six days ago we were thinking about puppies and Charleston Chews, fire trucks with happy clowns, not the sadistic bastards running our streets with bad intentions. We were wondering what down river prices would be in June, because a Cup winning June usually means, you know, discounts down river.
But not now. Oh no.
Now, at 6-4, and trending toward the toilet? Now we're wondering just what in the world will we wallow in when the whispers won't stop.
That really made no sense but alliteration is my thing some times and the w's just kept coming.