Post by Sarah on Feb 21, 2009 23:19:16 GMT -5
Pittsburgh now led 20-7. Things looked very bad for Arizona. As for the drinking game, Scotty had the lead, but it didn't matter due to the earlier Vicky Jean beer-pouring incident. Somebody had to tap out. Sarah could only swear at the TV screens for the entire quarter until…
"YES! YES! FITZGERALD! YES!" Sarah shouted with orgasmic glee as she jumped up and down excitedly.
Sarah was so excited that she tipped over their entire table, burying The You Gotta Be Kidding I Ain't Doing That, Are You Out of Your Frickin' Mind T&A Hardcore XX Division Title Belt underneath.
Scotty just stared at Sarah's body lustily the entire time.
Little Good started making out with Vicky, now that the stalker belt was out of the picture. A soft pulling noise could be heard out of camera view, as if the title belt was trying to pull itself free.
Then Pittsburgh messed up everything with a late touchdown for the victory.
A heartbroken Sarah, sniffling, stumbled to the bar and demanded a Cloudydale Climax. The bartender checked and double-checked with her. She was sure.
Sarah downed the drink in less than a minute.
Two minutes later, she puked all over the title belt.
Vicky Jean declared Scotty the victor.
"Woohoo!" was his natural reply. Followed by, "Does anybody have a wheelbarrow and a wedding chapel?"
That's when Elvis jumped into action. Within seconds, a pink wheelbarrow had Sarah inside. And less than an hour later at the In The Ghetto Chapel, Sarah had become Mrs. Whatbody.
Worst. Super Bowl. Since last year, anyway…
"YES! YES! FITZGERALD! YES!" Sarah shouted with orgasmic glee as she jumped up and down excitedly.
Sarah was so excited that she tipped over their entire table, burying The You Gotta Be Kidding I Ain't Doing That, Are You Out of Your Frickin' Mind T&A Hardcore XX Division Title Belt underneath.
Scotty just stared at Sarah's body lustily the entire time.
Little Good started making out with Vicky, now that the stalker belt was out of the picture. A soft pulling noise could be heard out of camera view, as if the title belt was trying to pull itself free.
Then Pittsburgh messed up everything with a late touchdown for the victory.
A heartbroken Sarah, sniffling, stumbled to the bar and demanded a Cloudydale Climax. The bartender checked and double-checked with her. She was sure.
Sarah downed the drink in less than a minute.
Two minutes later, she puked all over the title belt.
Vicky Jean declared Scotty the victor.
"Woohoo!" was his natural reply. Followed by, "Does anybody have a wheelbarrow and a wedding chapel?"
That's when Elvis jumped into action. Within seconds, a pink wheelbarrow had Sarah inside. And less than an hour later at the In The Ghetto Chapel, Sarah had become Mrs. Whatbody.
Worst. Super Bowl. Since last year, anyway…