You can’t say the U of Smell, which provides its athletes with prostitutes in the comfort of their own dorm, stints when it comes to rewarding its currently-in-hiding president. Ex-president.
He and his cronies got their hands on the big-goody-levers at the university (no one to stop them – it’s Kentucky!) and they began to pull and pull and pull til they couldn’t pull no more! And then, in the immortal words of their great literary predecessor, they pulled themselves up to their magnificent height and announced:
And now I shall fuck off.
Goodbye, Monsieur Ubu! It was fun while it lasted! Enjoy your goodies!