The hypnotizing swirl of those tired wrinkled vortex circles adorning the outside of Mike Tomlin’s eye sockets leads me to surmise that he has stayed up many a late night game planning and studying his opponent’s strengths and weaknesses , or that he in fact loves the coke , especially when it sprinkles onto him from up above because it was somehow nestled deep in the fibers of that dancer’s landing strip as he performs cunnilingus on her twat button .