Make it tapioca.
Cody Wayne Maxwell Powell
PS: I hope you noticed how I didn't even try to rub in your face Trinity's 52-34 victory over Centre. I was tempted to, but they taught us a few things at old TU, such as it's not prudent to rile Kentuckians. I also took a class on third world film and literature, where I learned it's not prudent to rile people from Burkina Faso. Cheer up, Brendan; even Africa has a Kentucky.
PPS: I hope you also noticed that I didn't even bring up the fact that the entire Centre team spent most of the second half roaming the stands, looking for onlookers to bugger. I'm not one to judge, but it seems to be distasteful, at the very least. However, that is the Centre way: whenever you encounter an obstacle, immediately give up and start making unwanted sexual advances towards strangers. Save that for the locker room, guys!
PPPS: One last thing I didn't bring up: the way I'm going to eat your pudding. I will dress myself in my finest velour jumpsuit. I will light some candles. I will put on some soothing music, like Nick Drake or Joni Mitchell (do they have songs about pudding?). I will whisper sweet nothings in the general direction of the pudding. Then, I will insert a straw into the pudding and drink it until I go into some sort of hypoglycemic coma. I do this not because the pudding will be great; if anything, it will be awful because you made it. However, we are two honorable gentlemen who made a dignified bet, and I will treat my spoils as such. Even if the smell of the pudding burns my eyes and causes me to dry heave, I will eat it with gusto, because I respect the pudding bowl and all it represents.
PPPS: If you try to poison me though, that last part is off, and I'll see to it that every professional spanker between here and Louisville knows your name. Comprende, amigo?Posted by Cody at October 24, 2004 4:06 PM