The Tropher Grace Project

Time to get your skies shined up, because the Harkins Hoppooners steer into self absorption on a soundtrack of Juicy Fruit jams by Dan Seals because champions thrive on hubris.  Everything outside will kill you, but irregardless, you do it.  Discussion of grade school ski club memories, when we last went down the mountain in the '90s.  Polishing the ice is a euphemism, especially when discussing Mentos Mysteries.  On an episode with SO much face kissing because only bad things happen outdoors, especially now that Mother Nature has developed SUPERPOWERS like acid rain.  So get ready to pal around with GM Fischer in the ‘20s, grabbin Good ‘N Plenty and eatin Dots, and hope you arent a Seahawks WR catching the Wilson Flu.  Heres your ticket to the Mike White Lottery, which is the one NOBODY wishes to win.

 

Industrial noises, cutting fish heads, gangrenous toenails, old men scrubbing with steel wool – that’s German advertising.  Just add handcuffs.

BONUS  Genie Week!  VR Troopers posing as a RASL squad.  Whitacre in Week 7 = homeless man’s Wendigo.  Regluar season lulls.  10” Bread Battle Remix.  Just imagine what ‘No Chance’ would sound like there.  Someone didn’t see a plums injury coming.  Winkie Weiners?  Long Dogs on Buns.  Boomerang Crusts.  Ketchup is a vegetable.  Start with ketchup, and you’ve got a solid school lunch.  DOUBLE DUNKERS.  Redressing pizza for the kids.  Go to Rome, and youll see Italians eating salted hot dog buns. Viscous oil fruit cocktail.  The Tropher Grace Project, brought to by PIZZA HUT!

 

After a couple weeks off, someone picks up the bloody bat and takes a few more swings at the corpse of Trey Sermon.  Desecration.

Its time for passive aggressive podcasting.  Kurt’s Ranch is filled with subpar pizza.  Red Dog = grain alcohol + sewage treatment plant water runoff.  Davanni’s Pizza, pies of the proletariat.  More than 2 slices is improper.  GM Finstad’s Facebook friends are your old middle school sports foes.  Whitacre has another quarterback waiting in the wings, though hes not so little anymore.  Lipke attended West Point Adjacent.  Air Quote Basketball Talent.  Days Of The New, crappy coaching soundtrack.  Jock Jams is music for 50 year olds.  Quin Brenna Butterfingers.  GM Traynor is haunted by Argentina.  Harpooners are terrorists, its quite simple.  Raisinets don’t fill the box, so shame on Nestle, and shame on GMZ.

 

I dont care what you say, you KNOW what Mony Mony is about.  YOU.  KNOW.

BONUS  Mavis The Amargasaurus update.  Dollhands Wilson’s outlook.  We shouldn’t have forgotten about THIS guy - MarQUEZ.  Joe Satriani guitar solos.  More like, Ai-YUCK, amirite?  Mikey Pitts.  Dots, the candy for your parents.  Teeth wrecking candies.  Kids these days needs better hobbies.  The Peggy fudge primer.

 

Guys, I might’ve found something GM Fischer is worse at than drafting WRs.

Its all about quantity over quality for GM Fischer, especially with cardboard pizza.  Good news, guys, GM Cobian DID in fact go to school for that two decades.  SLAP A DA BASS.  One big Poon Spike coming in Week 7.  GIVE ME MY UNITED STATES OF AL!  I want a tangible calculator so I can spell ‘boobs’ on it.  No one asked to be told about MLS, guys.  I guess call it the ‘Chili’s Cup’ after the finest dining establishment in the hamlet of Lake Elmo?  Hoboken still suffering from Frank Reichitis.  Its time for Return of the Mack…with half the Achilles power.  Get. In. The. PITTS.  Greg Kittle, TE for hire.  Stockoby Brissett.  Stillwater maintaining as RASL j-rag.  Please don’t make us count on Smelly Dwelley.  Poon Biscuits being served all season.  Doja Cat is Hiking Music

 

Somebody get GM Fischer some ankle support, as he evidently has sawdust ankles.  Or, at the very least, some milk.

BONUS  Further talk on CPatt value.  76>43.  Its me, Mickey Rainier!  Hello, Im American John!  I live in SAH-BUR-BIA.  Growing Up Groups led by your father allows one to develop a high tolerance for discomfort.

Inner Lip Smacks.  Halitosis hacks.  Pancake Bitties.  Five Finger Death Punch.  Three alarm fraud alerts.  Alterantive Whitacre pronounciations.  Cold water dousing.  Chuba flexing.  Mel Karper III Sanity Checks

BONUS John Woo doves.  Mavis Dills bandwagon gets a new driver.  Zach Wilson and his little doll hands maybe still share a bed with his mom, but he turned the Head Pooner into a 'meh' from a 'hell no'.  Secret RASL trade offers revealed.  F*ck those slippery showboats, you still live in a box.  Sometimes I like to feel small.

 

QUICK, name YOUR four favorite habitats.

Were British and were Back.  Some of us For Good, others Here.  Draggin heaters, like a TRUE New Yorker.  Whose incestuous fudge is it?  Dave Guy likes talkin young guys who achieve.  Mandrews chowin in the middle, the juices drippin off his chin.  Mixon gets buys once hes touched.  Poon Spike, Hard Seltzer.  Cabbage Juice.  Get that Supa Dupa Flex all up in ya junk.  Handsy Cabbage at the bottom of that RASL barrel.  The plural of cabbage is most certainly not ‘cabbi’.  Expect a sweaty brine in your face when youre a Helmsmen.

 

‘Sacrifice the booms to forget the busts’ is the worst bumper sticker.

BONUS Join us for a discussion on a time when circling in a Eastbay was a weekly occurrence, and the supreme purchase inside was ostensibly sold to you keep warm, but NEVER came close to doing so.  Its for fashion cache only.  Smokin a heater, wearing a Hornets Starter jacket.

 

Please show me your Georgetown Boyz ID card, or else youre off to ShopKo to fill up your Starter jacket pouch with Chapsticks to pay us off.  Thats how gangs work.