Pretty pitiful when the DUmp is all there is to ones life.
I dunno how well the primitives guessed the past two years, but before then, they were lousy, really lousy (for the record, I was too) at picking winners.
The only primitive who knew a damned thing about college football--and other sports--was the now-gone cboy4 primitive, who was chased away by the truemud primitive and a second rectal aperture whose screen-name I fail to remember.
The condom primitive's a student at the University of Iowa; originally from Pennsylvania and then Ohio, he's been in college since Jimmy Carter was president--really, he's about my age. He's probably taking his time so as to defer having to pay off student loans. He freeloads off a woman student there, and aspires to become a newspaper sports-writer.
The condom primitive's commitment to politics however seems rather shaky; when Occupy Iowa City got underway a few years ago, Saturday mornings he'd drop by the encampment to say "hi" and then hurry on to tailgate parties and the game. It was obvious where his priorities were.
What was always amusing about the game prediction threads was the back-and-forth banter of the primitives, and that's where I got this idea--apparently erroneous--that the rabid terrapin primitive's a woman who likes guys. I'm
sure the rabid terrapin primitive was flirting with the El Supremo primitive.
But that was all three, four, five years ago; I was hoping to figure it out this year.
