Archer2009

Pam Poovey:
We're a go on operation. Ooh, what should we call it?

Cheryl Tunt:
Dick Sledge!

Ray Gillette:
You wanna?

Pam Poovey:
No, but it's like sour milk. You just gotta take a whiff. What's the story, Neckbones?

Cheryl Tunt:
Sophomore year at my stupid college I had a huge crush on the quarterback, this super hot guy named Dick Sledge.

Pam Poovey:
Sploosh!

Ray Gillette:
Jinx.

Cheryl Tunt:
It was like I was invisible. He wouldn't even sign my cast when I broke my own arm. But I thought if I knew what he liked then I'd have an in. So one Saturday when he had a game, I broke into his dorm room to see what kind of music he was into or turtles or roll around in his clothes or whatever.

Pam Poovey:
But you were so busy sniffing his jock you didn't hear him come in?

Cheryl Tunt:
Because he totally snuck up on me! I guess I blacked out because I don't remember stabbing him at all.

Pam Poovey:
What? Why did you have a knife?

Cheryl Tunt:
I didn't! It was a stupid pair of scissors. And it was his fault for grabbing me with his throwing hand! That's how his tendon got severed.

Pam Poovey:
Holy sh*t snacks.

Cheryl Tunt:
Yeah, they said he could have gone pro.