I thought that myself when I read that article that talked about a Data Scientist(tm)
I don't sleep with football players.
Cause if you were straight, admit it, you definitely would...
1a. I'm bisexual
1b. I have a boyfriend
2. I'm not a fan of playing Russian Roulette with herpes and chylamidia... sorry to burst everyone's bubble but our boys aren't squeaky clean. Actually the odds are worse than 1/6, I know a girl who went 2/3. No thanks.
It's been said before, (origin of "mgolesbian" quote) but it's just not relevant too often.
I passed someone who I was about 90% sure was Denard today on my way to my lab. Definitely still had dreads.
Because I assure you, nobody passes Denard Robinson.
I was definitely going the opposite direction.
Even if you were going opposite directions, it would still be impossible to realize you passed Denard. Walking toward him as he comes toward you is like fast-forwarding him. Unthinkable things would happen if Denard were fast-forwarded.
Strobe lighting would be needed to confirm the presence of Denard.
I talked to Denard at the Domino's pizza on Main Street the weekend before last. I was wearing a Michigan football shirt, so he asked me if I was going to any games this year. I told him all of them, and Penn State too. So we talked about how that's going to be a night game, and how cool it's going to be to play Notre Dame at night in the Big House next year. He asked me what grade I'm in and when I said I just graduated but am going to grad school and will be here a while, he responded that hopefully I'll see a national championship soon!
He had just been coming into the store a second time to get some extra ranch sauce, and when he left, I told the girl working there that he was the Michigan Football quarterback. She said, "Oh, that's who it was... He walked in here and asked, 'Do you know who I am? I'm Denard.' And I was like, Hi, Denard." I thought that was pretty funny.
I was going to post this story on here right after it happened, but I thought it would get a lot of "that's a cool story, man" sarcastic responses. But since you asked...
....but it actually is a cool story, bro!
Cool story, man
I love that he asked that, but wasn't trying to get anything. It was just kind of, "Hi there. I'm Denard. Pleased to meet you!"
Starter or no, you have GOT to love that kid.
Cool story Hansel
Could this be the secret to Denardicle's dylitheumness?
Denard left in an SUV with some people. I've been wondering who he was with that was so important that it was his job to go back into the store to get some extra ranch sauce. Either he's just a friendly guy, or you just figured it out for me.
I just can't wrap my mind around comparing Denard to Elvis.
I was meeting with some clients on State right across from the Union yesterday when Denard meets up with Tay Odoms and Vincent Smith. They were heading in opposite directions and didn't linger, but they all had their dreads. It's strange to see players shorter than me.
I once ran into Denard at a drive through in Kalamazoo.
I hope you paid for the damage to his ride. Michigan no-fault insurance can be a bitch...
He was going so fast that when I came to, I realized his momentum had taken me all the way to Briarwood Mall.
I was driving south down US 23 toward the Ohio border when I saw a dilithium headlight padiddle approaching quickly in my rearview mirror. Wait, no . . . . Denard was passing me in the right-hand lane, slowed down to wave hello, and then shot off down the highway. All he left in his wake were sweet tracers from his dreads and loose shoelaces.
That's one hell of a lot of MGoPoints being handed out on this thread, all in the name of the fastest, most exciting quarterback in college football. I can't wait to see what this guy can do.
One time I was walking down State St. near Quickie Burger and Denard was going in the opposite direction. We're not acquaintances and I just continued on my merry way, but when I passed him he nodded and said "what's up." I'm trying to think of a witty analogy to characterize this exchange but to no avail. Nice kid.