Bow down to your champion, your god, your dirty wretched winner. If you look closely at my picture you will see my smirk of preemptive victory, you will notice my spite to all of the competition. If you read beach's story, you will know mine, for i wrote it, and history is written only by the winner and by god (do you get me?) Anyway, by the way i've been speaking, you can probably infer that i was the winner of this measly competition, and because winning isn't enough, i have resorted to boasting. I could have beared this burden all through college if i had to, but the other guys just didn't have the determination that did, i guess that's what seperates the the weeds from the really dirty weed.
