Oww, fuck. Man, what did we do last night? Everything hurts. That is the last time I drink like that. What the hell? What happened in here? Looks like the guys came over and trashed the place. For like the 32nd time this year. I've got to stop having them over, maybe
Author: Horatio Cornblower
Stand For The Anthem, Lie Down For The Ventilator: Your 2020 Dallas Cowboys Preview
And To Celebrate, We’re Having Ribs: Your 2020 Reigning, Defending, Super Bowl Champion Kansas City Chiefs Preview
Me ‘n Seamus
Horatio’s DFO 2020 Will Never End Mock Draft 2.0 And Open Thread
Horatio’s ‘Let’s Try To Get 5 Out Of 32 This Year, Dumbass’ Mock Draft
The Mock Of The Red Draft
A plague had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, (except for pretty much all them that had come before), or so hideous, (although actually leprosy, bubonic plagues, and most hemorrhagic fevers were probably more hideous), or so subject to a 24/7 media addicted to ratings
Your ‘Horatio Just Woke Up And There’s No Post For Super Sunday And By God This Will Not Stand’ Open Thread
Scene: The DFO Clubhouse Time: 9:43 am. Horatio gets out of his car, a red Corvette if past stories are to be believed, (they should not), staggering under the weight of a dozen boxes. His hands thus occupied, Horatio uses his as-believable-as-that-Corvette martial arts skills to kick open the door without leaving