Brandon Walker Messed With The Honk, Promptly Received A Thorough Bonking

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I have quite literally been saying it all season long, "You mess with the honk, you get the bonk." I don't know if people thought I was joking or something? Trivia isn't about yucking it up with the fellas. It's serious business. Much like the noble goose, we're out here to slash throats, tear eyeballs out of sockets, waddle menacingly around Jamaica Pond, and shit all over your local Little League baseball fields. That's what us Honkers do. We're not a friendly bunch. Bob Fox will tie your childhood best friend to a chair and make him steal your niche category at gunpoint. Ben Mintz will learn on the fly how to whisper just to spit in the eye of the commissioner and his precious little "rules." You want to call me out you better finish the job and not start high stepping because you were old enough to watch the world premier of "Growing Pains" live. I didn't even have a great match, The Killer Bs of Bob and Ben. carried my ass up until I threw down "Game Night" for the game-winner. Because what Brandon failed to understand is what I knew all along: the Honkers aren't a one man show. We're a well-rounded machine that can rip the spine out of your husk a thousand different ways. 

SUPPORT THE OXFORD BIG SCREAMIN' HONKERS as we march on into the depths of this tournament against XYZ tonight at 7/6 central.