Above Average Thoughts From An Average Guy
Beat Walking Mickey
For those of you unfamiliar with Part 1 of this story: Click Here
When ESPN says 24 hours, they mean 24 hours. Not 12 hours with good behavior or 20 hours for sole confinement, just a straight 24 hours in the can. And if you got a problem with that you can submit your request with Mickey’s night stick.
But seriously ESPN, how are you going to temporarily ban me from commenting, asking me to take the time to review the rules for posting only to forward me to the Walt Disney website? How are you going to send a mouse to do your dirty work?
If you really want to punish me, lock me in a room with Mel Kiper, where he repeatedly confirms that D’Brickashaw (surprisingly spelled how it sounds) Ferguson’s wingspan is in fact larger than a New York City bus. Is there anything creepier than a guy who analyzes 20-something male body types?
Also, how the hell am I suppose to focus on reading the terms with this adorable creature staring at me?
I mean here I am trying to consume “The Word Of Mouse” and Mickey is just kicking it a la Matthew McConaughey in Dazed and Confused. This is why the Bible doesn’t have pictures because no one would have listened to Jesus if they had the chance to gawk at Mary Magdalene.
All in all, this whole 24 hour sentence has taught me jack shit and I am likely to become a repeat offender.
”I got dibs on top bunk!”