A secret society of the eight wealthiest mascots in the Northeast convenes at an estate in
They control the Northeastern bank money supplies,
Where are the hot dogs?
There’s hot dogs?
That’s what I was told. We’re having an emergency meeting, hot dogs will be served.
I don’t see any hot dogs.
I see an asshole from
Ocho Cinco's here?
There was no mention of hot dogs in my email.
Hot dogs, hummus and
(Mountaineer steps to the podium)
Mountaineer, let me be the first to congratul-
Zip it, pencil beak. We’ve got some serious shit to discuss. First up...where are my...what the...where the fuck are my notes?
Who the fuck took my papers?
Don’t look at us.
Kind sir, can we please quicken the pace? I have two invitations to the Rutgers-Villanova roundball contest this eve and shant want to miss it.
I’ll save you the suspense, you lose.
You speak of future days? What kind of foul sorcery this is?
Well look, I’m got us all here cause I wanted to let you guys know about the College Football Blog Awards.
Blogs, bumblebees and bramblerun!
Sounds kinda gay.
And what’s wrong with that?
I don’t mean gay in the "gay" way. I mean gay as in faggy. I mean, I don’t mean-
Look, it’s this award thing going on online. They reward the hardest working college football bloggers out there.
What do they win?
What’s that, like when a you’re doing a chick from behind and then you smear-
No! No, but I know what you’re thinking…and I’ve done that.
Fuck yeah! (they high-five)
Alright, so how do we win?
We don’t win, but we need to get our Big East bloggers nominated.
My bloggers aren’t talking to me right now.
I don’t blame them.
Can you pluralize liege like that?
I will pluralize the amount of bullhorns up your ass if you don’t let the man talk.
My lieges, what is this you speak of, a blog?
It’s a filthy animal.
I just watched you eat your own feces.
Fecal matter, flautas and Fresca!
The Octonion urges you to vote for you favorite Big East blogs NOW! The polls close January 27th.