Muhammed is really good. I'd like another corner though.
Irvin looked like he could be good enough next year. I'm not without hope that someone on the roster gets better this year but DeBoer needs to be leaving farm animal heads in Juices bed all off season á la @RaceBannon s signature
The depth at CB will be much better next year. Another impact CB or safety would be great and is needed. It would be nice if we didn’t have to win shootouts.
The depth at CB will be much better next year. Another impact CB or safety would be great and is needed. It would be nice if we didn’t have to win shootouts.
I like the transfer at cb. On the other side, I just hope they can find someone. I'm not a big Powell fan and he's the best we have. Have to hope a freshman steps up
The depth at CB will be much better next year. Another impact CB or safety would be great and is needed. It would be nice if we didn’t have to win shootouts.
I like the transfer at cb. On the other side, I just hope they can find someone. I'm not a big Powell fan and he's the best we have. Have to hope a freshman steps up
I checked out the JC CB’s hudl as well and he looked good. Physical player. Hopefully it translates. Simply adding those guys to the mix and the other guys being a year older should lead to big improvements if the coaching is there.
Lock eyes from across the room Down my drink while the rhythms boom Take your hand and skip the names No need here for the silly games
Make our way through the smoke and crowd The club is the sky, and I'm on your cloud Move in close as the lasers fly Our bodies touch and the angels cry
Leave this place, go back to yours Our lips first touch outside your doors A whole night, what we've got in store Whisper in my ear that you want some more And I
Doog in my pants This really never happens, you can take my word I won't apologize, that's just absurd Mainly your fault for the way that you dance And now I
Doog in my pants Don't tell your friends, or I'll say you're a slut Plus it's your fault, you were rubbing my butt I'm very sensitive, some would say that's a plus Now I'll go home and change
I need a few things from the grocery Do things alone now mostly Left me heartbroken not lookin' for love Surprise in my eyes when I looked above The checkout counter and I saw her face My heart stood still, so did time and space Never felt that I could feel real again But the look in her eyes said, "I need a friend" She turned to me, that's when she said it Looked me dead in the face, asked, "Cash or credit?" And I
Dooged in my pants It's perfectly normal, nothing wrong with me But we're going to need a cleanup on aisle three And now I'm posed in an awkward stance Because I dooged in my pants To be fair, you were flirting a lot Plus the way you bag cans got me bothered and hot Please, stop acting like you're not impressed One more thing, I'm gonna pay by check
Last week, I saw a film As I recall, it was a horror film Walked outside into the rain Checked my phone and saw you rang and I Dooged in my pants
Speeding down the street when the red lights flash Need to get away, need to make a dash A song comes on that reminds me of you and I Doog in my pants
The next day, my alarm goes off and I Doog in my pants Open my window and a breeze rolls in and I Doog in my pants When Bruce Willis was dead at the end of Sixth Sense I Dooged in my pants I just ate a grape and I Dooged in my pants I went to check- Dooged in my pants Okay, seriously you guys, can we, okay?
I doog right in my pants every time you're next to me And when we're holding hands, it's like having sex to me You say I'm premature, I just call it ecstasy I wear a rubber at all times, it's a necessity 'Cause I Doog in my pants (I doog in my pants, I doog in my pants, yes, I doog in my pants, yes, I doog in my pants) Yes, doog in my pants (I doog in my pants, I doog in my pants)
Some rewrite parody potential for the next TBS banger
Lock eyes from across the room Down my drink while the rhythms boom Take your hand and skip the names No need here for the silly games
Make our way through the smoke and crowd The club is the sky, and I'm on your cloud Move in close as the lasers fly Our bodies touch and the angels cry
Leave this place, go back to yours Our lips first touch outside your doors A whole night, what we've got in store Whisper in my ear that you want some more And I
Doog in my pants This really never happens, you can take my word I won't apologize, that's just absurd Mainly your fault for the way that you dance And now I
Doog in my pants Don't tell your friends, or I'll say you're a slut Plus it's your fault, you were rubbing my butt I'm very sensitive, some would say that's a plus Now I'll go home and change
I need a few things from the grocery Do things alone now mostly Left me heartbroken not lookin' for love Surprise in my eyes when I looked above The checkout counter and I saw her face My heart stood still, so did time and space Never felt that I could feel real again But the look in her eyes said, "I need a friend" She turned to me, that's when she said it Looked me dead in the face, asked, "Cash or credit?" And I
Dooged in my pants It's perfectly normal, nothing wrong with me But we're going to need a cleanup on aisle three And now I'm posed in an awkward stance Because I dooged in my pants To be fair, you were flirting a lot Plus the way you bag cans got me bothered and hot Please, stop acting like you're not impressed One more thing, I'm gonna pay by check
Last week, I saw a film As I recall, it was a horror film Walked outside into the rain Checked my phone and saw you rang and I Dooged in my pants
Speeding down the street when the red lights flash Need to get away, need to make a dash A song comes on that reminds me of you and I Doog in my pants
The next day, my alarm goes off and I Doog in my pants Open my window and a breeze rolls in and I Doog in my pants When Bruce Willis was dead at the end of Sixth Sense I Dooged in my pants I just ate a grape and I Dooged in my pants I went to check- Dooged in my pants Okay, seriously you guys, can we, okay?
I doog right in my pants every time you're next to me And when we're holding hands, it's like having sex to me You say I'm premature, I just call it ecstasy I wear a rubber at all times, it's a necessity 'Cause I Doog in my pants (I doog in my pants, I doog in my pants, yes, I doog in my pants, yes, I doog in my pants) Yes, doog in my pants (I doog in my pants, I doog in my pants)
Some rewrite parody potential for the next TBS banger
Our social media team has been aces since Ramming's couch was burned in a frat bonfire, but this a weird one. Comparing Rome and Jalen to a duo that famously hated each other, in a different sport, at completely different positions, doesn't quite fit.
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Come on, man.
Down my drink while the rhythms boom
Take your hand and skip the names
No need here for the silly games
Make our way through the smoke and crowd
The club is the sky, and I'm on your cloud
Move in close as the lasers fly
Our bodies touch and the angels cry
Leave this place, go back to yours
Our lips first touch outside your doors
A whole night, what we've got in store
Whisper in my ear that you want some more
And I
Doog in my pants
This really never happens, you can take my word
I won't apologize, that's just absurd
Mainly your fault for the way that you dance
And now I
Doog in my pants
Don't tell your friends, or I'll say you're a slut
Plus it's your fault, you were rubbing my butt
I'm very sensitive, some would say that's a plus
Now I'll go home and change
I need a few things from the grocery
Do things alone now mostly
Left me heartbroken not lookin' for love
Surprise in my eyes when I looked above
The checkout counter and I saw her face
My heart stood still, so did time and space
Never felt that I could feel real again
But the look in her eyes said, "I need a friend"
She turned to me, that's when she said it
Looked me dead in the face, asked, "Cash or credit?"
And I
Dooged in my pants
It's perfectly normal, nothing wrong with me
But we're going to need a cleanup on aisle three
And now I'm posed in an awkward stance
Because I dooged in my pants
To be fair, you were flirting a lot
Plus the way you bag cans got me bothered and hot
Please, stop acting like you're not impressed
One more thing, I'm gonna pay by check
Last week, I saw a film
As I recall, it was a horror film
Walked outside into the rain
Checked my phone and saw you rang and I
Dooged in my pants
Speeding down the street when the red lights flash
Need to get away, need to make a dash
A song comes on that reminds me of you and I
Doog in my pants
The next day, my alarm goes off and I
Doog in my pants
Open my window and a breeze rolls in and I
Doog in my pants
When Bruce Willis was dead at the end of Sixth Sense I
Dooged in my pants
I just ate a grape and I
Dooged in my pants
I went to check-
Dooged in my pants
Okay, seriously you guys, can we, okay?
I doog right in my pants every time you're next to me
And when we're holding hands, it's like having sex to me
You say I'm premature, I just call it ecstasy
I wear a rubber at all times, it's a necessity
'Cause I
Doog in my pants
(I doog in my pants, I doog in my pants, yes, I doog in my pants, yes, I doog in my pants)
Yes, doog in my pants
(I doog in my pants, I doog in my pants)
Some rewrite parody potential for the next TBS banger