Yes, the bleak midwinter is nigh upon us, and the ellipses have come home... to roost. What is there to do... to pass the dull dreary days of dark demented dour doldrums, save contemplate faux marketing hilarity?
Come now ye bespectacled, ye downtrodden, ye yearning to wit free, and cast your lingual net wide, perhaps to snare the elusive greening, the entertainment of your friends, and the envy of all Dutchmen.
To get thy sloganeering juices flowing, I give you after the jump, a few off the cuff efforts of my own paltry hand. Upon their reading, you will certainly say- "I can fucking do better than THAT Lizardo"... which is of course... My... Entire... Plan.
WSB- We've got 27 players!
WSB- Cadaverous Boners!
WSB- Maybe you have heard of us?
WSB- And Then there were 2....
WSB- Cause you have to bitch about SOMETHING!
WSB- All in... to the Elbow!