It’s a last minute play. His finger is broken or his ACL torn or he’s pooped his pants, yet he throws a perfect spiral. Touchdown. We win. Whatever. This soda is huge. I wonder if I can get a refill or if the soda jerks (ha ha) have poured out onto the field like everyone else. I could jimmy my dick out of my shorts leg and piss right under the bleachers and nobody would notice. Don’t know why I’d do that. Could though. Sandy Sanders. Cunt. And Clinton Burke of the winning pass, of the poopy pants. The rest of these honking geese are extras. Fucking extras in their shitty high school fucking football fucking movie. Who cares? Maybe if it was a porno. Maybe if he jizzed on her tits and then his dick fell off. I bet she’s got fucked up nipples. I bet her pussy looks like a cabbage patch and he’s got a small peeny. Watery ass soda. Gypped me on the syrup. All ice. Oh yeah, cool truck, who cares? Fucking turn it up, bro. Yeah right, that song sucks. Oh shit, I heard Tim Binder’s got mushrooms. Hey, dude, wait up!