BrewingFrog
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SCENE: Early morning. Palatial, yet slightly tousled bedroom, gauzy curtains showing a hazy view looking out upon a football stadium.First I would fire Gary and name myself as the new HC while also retaining my AD title. Then I'd give myself full autonomy to bring in my own staff. Next I'd give myself a fully guaranteed 12 year contract (suck it Jimbo Fisher) making myself the highest paid coach in the sport (suck it Nick Saban) with a clause that guarantees I will always make at least 10% more than any other coach.
And with all the money that I'll be making then I'll have no problem doing 2 or more girls at once whenever I feel like it.
An ornate door opens slightly, and a carefully dressed, tuxedo clad arm extends into the room holding a small gong. Another carefully dressed arm, this one holding a small mallet, gently rings the gong...
(BUTLER): "(sotto voce) Excuse me, ladies. (Louder, but not too loud) Sir, your Pumpkin Pancakes await you in the dining hall..."