muscles, but I just couldn’t
understand why they were killing each other over 25 cents.”
Dumbfounded, her boyfriend asked, “What do you
mean?”
“Well, they flipped a coin, one team got it, then for the rest of the game,
all they kept screaming was…
‘Get the quarterback! Get the quarterback!’
I’m like…Helloooooo? It’s only 25 cents!”
