So I go to HEB to get my game day supplies. My intent was to mind my own business whilst I maintained my game face. However, that was all derailed by some geriatric in an SMU sweater and poddle skirt. What pushed me over the edge was her geriatric husband wearing a "pony express" t-shirt. That did it! Sure enough, that did it!!! Don't they know its mother-effing game day!!! We're in the fruit and vegetable section so I seize my opportunity. I take a running J-Train type start. Caught both sum-beeches by surprise spliting them like the t.u. defensive line. The old lady hit the bananas with a thud while the old man hit the mangoes with his crotch. I yelled "its mother-effing game day!!!!" as I kept running. Why did I do it all? Cause its mother-effing game day!

WHOOP! You did the right thing!

I'm getting ready to go to HEB myself. I better not see any little ponies there.