End of Days (Week 14)
My last gloat Daddy finally came back from getting cigarettes. I apologize, I slacked with the write-ups over the past month. Life intervenes. But since I love you all I'll send you off with some final words as our season comes to an end (next year we can do an actual toilet bowl so the losers still have a stake in the game and the people in the playoffs can keep bitching about how we shouldn't be able to pick up players). But alas this year, half of our seasons are over. The winner (loser) of the waffle house bowl is .......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................