But can he breakdance? (image from ESPN.com)
Perhaps a proper write-up after I collect my wits again from the liver destroying weekend in Chicago. But, a hearty thank you to the gracious host DP who's home did indeed smell like ass and beer Sunday morning as the gatorade was passed out to sober up for the ride home.
No homo.
Edit: The Rooster does not sleep, he waits with his eyes closed
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