What a great draft! Bubba kept her clothes on. Gwermo wasn't there. And Mange reappeared. Helen Keller bumped into me numerous times. Mite grabbed my testicles. And Cherries were initiated into our secret rites.
There is a disturbing trend, however. Many of you sickos have decided you want your progeny to observe you in your perverted element. There are now many sons and daughters of members who have joined our ranks. Do you really want your child to see your and your friends' stanky results each week? Are you eager to have them observe your boorish behavior? Well, apparently the answer is a resounding, "Yes!"
See if you can name all 13 sons and daughters.
Make sure to ask Stella for his opinion about one of tonight's games. His expertise is exceptional.
Thanks, again, Fetishes, for hosting the draft.
May you love Nature, despite what it did to you!
Bad Luck
The Commish