Some Space Poetry
Yeah, what's up, fuckers? It's Tressel. Coach Jim Tressel. Last week I was up in Cleveland on a recruiting mission. Caught a free Andrew Bird Show up in Cleveland. It was fun. Fuck you. I had so much inspiration. I wrote some poetry.
space, space. So fuckin big.
I'm a worm, you're a pig.
Space space so fucking deep.
I think about you in my sleep.
space, space. So fuckin big.
I'm a worm, you're a pig.
Space space so fucking deep.
I think about you in my sleep.
posted by Jimmy Tressel at 12:28 AM
13 Comments:
So like what happened to that billboard Miami fans were putting up in your backyard? Are you going to write a liberetto about that?
Can you spit some mo' lines?
Your use of space as a metaphore for Texas is brilliant.
You spank my mind, coach.
O Mighty Vest
I wanted you to soilcit your commentary concerning that FSU harlot parading around the internet
check it:
http://whitedade.blogspot.com/2006/03/fsu-cowgirl-jen-sterger-is-what-is.html
I think she needs some fatherly advice, and perhaps a solid DP w/ ATM ending in a Northian spray.
Dude, scroll down to the posting entitled "Celebrity Playlist." Coach T has already answered your prayers. Next time, read the site before you disturb the Vest with your moronic queries.
Hey Moeller, why don't you go knock back a fifth of Jack and plow into a telephone poll. Frank Beamer called, he said you pissed all over his couch last night.
Wow, you knocked spelling on a blog comment? Aren't we the literary type. Right up there with the guy that takes an hour to blow away the scientific inacuracies of Star Wars. Hey Moeller, when I want your opinion, I'll pull my cock out of your wife's mouth and ask her what it is. And honestly, you sound like more of a Zima "guy/gal" to me.
I'm not getting into this with you. You insult me, I insult you back, and we're done. Type away, but no more of this stuff from me. Enjoy flaming.
OK, Anonymous, I apologize: I was strung out on meth when I saw that someone had stepped up to The Vest with a question they could have answered on their own. I'm just now rallying. Anyway, all I ask is that everybody respect The Vest and look deep into his writings before approaching him with queries. His poetry alone earns him that much deference at least.
I couldn't agree with you more. This is all about The Vest. Peace with Honor, Moeller...That's what it's all about.
Respecting The Vest includes trusting his artistic judgment about when a project is ready to be presented to the audience. We all want to hear the whole One Tit Mary story, and the anticipation will only make it sweeter when it comes.
I'm just saying, man, there are people who need The Tressmeister's mentoring to get clean. It's selfish. With all the talent Jesus Christ gave him, he has to share it with the world.
I hear you man. We all need mentors and sponsors. No one knows better than me: I lost my dream job because of a drunken brawl. I was 3-1-1 against tOSU. I went to two Rose Bowls. Now every day I have to piece it all together. One day at a time, friends, and when The Vest blesses us with more of his gifts, then those will just be better days.
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