Bitches get stitches

The finale of "The Ultimate Fighter 15" was my Saturday morning cartoons. Pizza Twisties were my cereal. Beck's beer was my milk. It was a 10 bout-card. I lazily copied Sherdog.com's predictions and bet on Perez, Proctor, Sicilia, Jury, Cruickshank, Lawrence, Holloway, Brookins, Iaquinta and Ellenberger. The victors were: Perez, Proctor, Sicilia, Jury, Cruickshank, Lawrence, Holloway, Oliveira, Chiesa and Kampmann. Dang! "We" had seven outta seven for a moment there, then never improved. I still made a small profit. (That heading is me being ironic - a horrible slogan commonly appearing on T-shirts worn by horrible people.)