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Hey there folks, just a bit of meta housekeeping. This is a shameless media post so don't even bother reading through it.
It was a cold, dark night in Wisconsin. The snow was piled 4 foot high and everyone was bundled up in all their houses sippin hot coco and eating cheese and sausage platters watching the packers. The Pyackers were playing da Bears and da Bears were up big. They kicked Raron Aodgers in the nuts and rookie Lordan Jove is struggling on the frozen tundra. Going into the fourth quarter it seemed like all hope was lost. That is... until Cheese Farley made his move. A boy of 6 and already quite large for his age, Cheese proclaimed 'Come on Pyackers, I have on my lucky socks!'. As if the players could hear him through the television, the Pyackers immediately scored 12 touchdowns and defeated the Bears 127 to 35.
Cheese has always been a lucky boy, and he took to football like the Bears FO takes too subpar rookie quarterback prospects. By the age of 12 he could already push around the highschool boys, and he was the star offensive tackle and defensive tackle his freshman year in Varsity. When asked by his friends why he's such a big thicc boi, he replied that he's had a healthy diet of venison sausage and cheddar cheese. Whatever it is, Cheese just grew and grew and grew. It's quite remarkable. Now at 6 foot 5 inches tall and 340 pounds, Cheese is ready to either die of a massive myocardial infarction or have a successful year in the DSFL. Hopefully it's the latter.
It's Cheese's dream to play football and get paid enough to fund his expensive cheese addiction, and fortunately he's on the precipice of these dreams coming true. Thank you for coming to my ted talk. Bye.