benito's mud mask

instead of allowing our players to squelch the ass of relief in a nearby hutch of sport-bowels, we should instead consider their pungent victory-loaf like a gut-stained ice viking on all fours considers warmth.

a simple covering of one's body in rear composite will not only create a panic in the jowls of our enemy, but will assist our greater goal of box penetration and solid scoring attempts. like il duce covering himself in the virgin blood of fascism and hitler, it is an allegiance to shit that pays with the freshest grapes.

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