Detroit baby

Me and my slightly taller but not as good-looking buddy are headed to the Motor City tomorrow to partake in the America Online presents the NFL Experience at Cobo Center, (sorry, shameless plug, but they said they would give me a nickel every time). We hope to see many star athletes that we idolize and try to emulate, and then hound them for autographs and taunt them about how bad their team sucks. Then there is the Holy Grail of all that is holy; The Mcfarlane booth is selling Barry Sanders figures. Two years ago the show was in Houston and my sister Nicole went there to stand in line for the figures they were selling that year. Little did we know that every piece of white trailerpark drunk redneck Texan trash was also there with all 15 of their children also waiting in line. These people had little babies that were too busy crappin in their diapers to know were they where with them because they had a 2 figure per person limit, and evidently little crappin babies count as a person at the Mcfarlane booth. Needless to say we are ready this year, and there is no way in hell anyone is gonna stop us from gettin them there Barry's. My buddy better be ready to "lock it up", because if any old ladies or little babies get in our way, it's go time baby.