This fifita roosters/Titans thing is like when a dude has a casual chick he goes to on the side.
He is out there having a great time. Drinking, partying, those 3am booty calls. Beer goggles, head full of 5 tonne of makeup, Casual, no responsibilities, laid back, no nagging, ***** like a demon but no commitment, will cook you a bacon and egg roll just because but it really doesn't have any substance to it in the end.
Then there is the woman that you are dating that is professional, really good to talk to, great dinners, deep conversations, naturally beautiful. When you are staring at yourself in the mirror you know this is the girl you should date and you say this is how Im turning my life around. You finally take the plunge but then you spend a 3 day weekend away with her and she expects you to pick up the towels and pack the dishwasher and you get home and think **** that and hit up the casual side piece and go about your business.
The **** demon is the Titans if you didn't get the correlation.
Yet again this is not my experience.....