A Black Magic Woman: Becky Brinkman

For everyone who thinks: "Oh Spons is just taking this way too far. He's making his team care way too much about a some stupid excuse to get drunk."

2 Things:
1) It's Mr. Spons to you.

2) Here is a little something from one of TEAM BLACKOUT'S finest, B.Brink:

As "Don't Stop Believin'" rolls on the jukebox... I just want to give a J. Wilson-esque roar out (more mighty than a shout out). I woke up today with a head heavy with snot, a nose and ears that were rapidly swelling shut, a voice coarse and about half an octave lower than usual, and a baby factory that was in... shall we say... fine monthly form. I dragged myself out of bed to go the health center to _get a shot_ (not the good kind) and trudge back home. Body successfully injected with tuberculosis, I took my first of 3 naps, _went to class_, came home and took my second and third naps. Yes, I could have waited for the pain to pass over me and called it a night around nap 2. But DO YOU SEE TIRE TRACKS ON MY FOREHEAD? NO. I HAVE NOT BEEN HIT BY A BUS. SO I 50 DAY-ON.
Now I'm just downing plain orange juice like a boss until I've racked up $5's worth and/or until Kyle buys me a shot (the good kind) of whiskey to put me out of my misery. I'm not brave enough to do it myself.
New song: "Arms Wide Open" with oppressively loud bass. *grimace* Black out or back out.


 Just brings a fucking tear to my eye. It's like watching your child take their first steps or having Momma put your report card up on the fridge... I'm just so goddam proud right now. 


Black Out, Bitches