Hey, when I was running up and down the hardwood, sweating bullets, getting banged under the boards, kicked, knocked to the ground, elbows to the face, etc. I'd run down the court and watch these guys throwing these pretty ladies up in the air and catching them however they could, hands everywhere.
Thought to myself, hmmmmm, who's got the better of the deal. I got a letter (so did he), but my hands encountered only sweaty male bodies and dirty basketballs, and the male cheerleader's hands encountered ________ (add to your imagination's content).



And SCUM still
