longwhorn mascot = uterus? you be the judge.
“From space, astronauts can see people making love as a tiny speck of light. Not light, exactly, but a glow that could be mistaken for light — a coital radiance that takes generations to pour like honey through the darkness to the astronaut’s eyes.”
It’s kind of like walking around in the supermarket on a weekday with nothing on but your under shorts and a clear plastic raincoat. And running into your mother and/or loan officer while making out with a high school guidance counselor in front of the frozen waffle cooler.
and at this point i’ll observe i need to go to bed. actual content tomorrow, really.