Temple of the Hogg
If you ever wanted to join a cult but were afraid of the commitment, come worship with us at the Temple of the Hogg. You are not required to give up all your worldly possessions to us (though encouraged) or to be alienated from your family (though not discouraged). Enter the Temple, and meet your new best friends and shamans. We are here to guide you to The Promised Land of sports, music, movies, and life. That is all hyperbole. We are just three friends that came up in the 80's and 90's and are now our parents' ages. With nothing left to look forward to other than sweet, sweet death, why not start an auditory cult seeking our peers who might have also gotten drunk on Boone's Farm or Jagermeister and vomited and passed out in the front yard. Perhaps you also pushed in the clutch while pushing the car out of the driveway and popping the clutch down the street so your parents wouldn't hear. If you fit this description, you are our people so please feel free to join The Temple of the Hogg.
Temple of the Hogg
A Fly in the Ointment
A fly in the ointment, a monkey in the wrench, a pain in the ass, a screw in the tire. Life got in the way this week but we persevered. Hogs football wins! Hogs basketball wins! Jay saw Metallica twice! That is all.
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