Danny Wuerffel won the Heisman Trophy in 1996, and the sweet thing about that is that you get to be a “Heisman Trophy winner” the rest of your life. Even if you get busted with a Thai prostitute and $30,000-worth of cocaine, you’re still “Heisman Trophy winner Charie Sheen” or whatever.

But as seen from this Tower Hill Insurance ad in Gainesville, Danny has made himself some weird friends. I wonder if this is just more commentary on NFL concussions, and those minstrels are really just figments of Danny’s imagination. Bolstering my argument is Wuerffel’s prolonged “I’m taking a dump in my pants” face. Or maybe he just hates the flute. Hey, who doesn’t?