There's a reason the great Macedonian general Alexander used mercenaries in his vanguard rather than to protect his flanks.
(T)Huggy Bear coacheth the PowerCats no more.
Former K-State Men's Basketball coach Bob Huggins has accepted a job with his alma-matter, West Virginia, thus proving that even a university crappier than K-State can still exude some kind of "hey, didn't you go to school here?" charm.
It's kind of like that sad bar-fly that keeps yanking her tube-top progressively further down her sagging cleavage line as another loveless night passes her by at Big Bam Boom's Candy Shak. Then suddenly! Huggins walks in, and before you can say "ever had sex in a rental car?" the drunken hag that he came in with is bitching to Big Sal about what shit men are.
Still, I'm sure Huggy figures if he can recruit to K-State (and oh boy did he), he can recruit to anywhere.
But I could type all morning and still not put it any more succinctly than that fabled prognosticator of men's college basketball coaching, H.P. Lovecraft:
(T)Huggy Bear coacheth the PowerCats no more.
Former K-State Men's Basketball coach Bob Huggins has accepted a job with his alma-matter, West Virginia, thus proving that even a university crappier than K-State can still exude some kind of "hey, didn't you go to school here?" charm.
It's kind of like that sad bar-fly that keeps yanking her tube-top progressively further down her sagging cleavage line as another loveless night passes her by at Big Bam Boom's Candy Shak. Then suddenly! Huggins walks in, and before you can say "ever had sex in a rental car?" the drunken hag that he came in with is bitching to Big Sal about what shit men are.
Still, I'm sure Huggy figures if he can recruit to K-State (and oh boy did he), he can recruit to anywhere.
But I could type all morning and still not put it any more succinctly than that fabled prognosticator of men's college basketball coaching, H.P. Lovecraft:
"I have brought to light a monstrous abnormality (Huggins at K-State), but I did it for the sake of knowledge. Now for the sake of all life and Nature you must help me thrust it back into the dark (West Virginia) again."
H.P. Lovecraft, "The Case of Charles Dexter Ward"
In the tunnels of that twisted wood, whose low prodigious oaks twine groping boughs and shine dim with the phosphorescence of strange fungi, dwell the furtive and secretive (Mountaineers); who know many obscure secrets of the dream-world and a few of the waking world, since the wood at two places touches the lands of men, though it would be disastrous to say where.
H.P. Lovecraft, "The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath"
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Jesus doesn't want any more emotionally regressive codependants-- He's got several million of those already.
Ya know, I think you're right.
Sick.