I think the Fightin' 101st Tire Slashers may need a little training before we send 'em in
Once we slash the tires and empty the fuel tanks, how do we remove the trucks? Easy, put on a Harvard Hogwarts robe, wave your wand, and cast the ol' "Truckus Removem" spell
Another bold plan from the Harvard Institute for Removing Giant Trucks From Bridges
Gotta say I did not have "Land War With Canada" on my 2022 bingo card.
I recommend we launch the Marine invasion during the Olympic curling final, when they're all distracted
They will greet us as liberators, with flowers and Tim Horton's donuts
Don't worry, this plan has all been war-gamed out by Harvard's Best and Brightest on the Kennedy School rec room rug, with Tonka trucks and GI Joe action figures
Of course we will need a brilliant, battle-hardened Patton to lead Operation Truck Stop
triggered by, milking the rich inexhaustible comedic value of, tomay-toh, tomah-toh
My plan to clear trucks off the bridge? Announce $1 lap dances at all the Windsor titty bars. But hey don't listen to me, I didn't go to Harvard
yeah, in high school I used to change split rim truck tires at Ben Fish & Son in Sioux City. Closest thing I've experienced to a D-Day invasion. Ceiling had circle marks in it from rim pops
Hear me out on this: we should send covert CIA operatives to fund a proxy war by exploiting the long-simmering tribal tensions between the Canadian Big Rig Drivers and the Canadian Big Rig Tow Truck Drivers
Truly the Clausewitz of impotent faculty lounge rage
Make sure to watch her follow up videos for conclusions (personally I think the best way to cook bacon is baking)
*I know I occasionally poke fun at ISU, but they are elite tier at food & ag stuff. Kinda proud my ancestral family farm (great-great grampa's) is now part of ISU's experimental crop plots.
The tragedy here is that people who know who Oscar Wilde is don't know who Dave Portnoy is, and people who know who Dave Portnoy is don't know who Oscar Wilde is
I throw all the folders in the garbage, light a cig, give the finger to the principle on the way out the door, and stroll triumphantly across the empty football field Judd Nelson Breakfast Club-style