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This just got so painful, there's nothing left to do but laugh.
We clearly never got word to coach that there's a good tight end on Georgia's team. And apparently there's one on Kentucky's too.
You know how sometimes the person driving is just so damn horrifying, you have to close your eyes and pray until you get there? This seems that way. I'm closing my eyes, and not opening them until we get to an SEC East championship. Yes, I might have my eyes closed a while. I'll sing songs.
This was embarrassing. I'm glad I was smart enough to live in Tennessee, where I'm not totally surrounded by jerks who will give me grief all week. Those of you living in other states, consider moving home just for that dubious benefit.
I owe some fella 50 cents, and can't even pay him because I spent it getting another fifth of Jack to drown this misery. Sorry, fella, but you won the bet.
I considered moving to London, England, and taking up soccer. I heard there's an orange-and-white team there we could cheer for.
Then I thought about joining the French foreign legion, changing my name to Epheseus Morganton the 5th, and trying to convince all those criminals and slackards that my (unnamed) football team is one of the best in the land. That just seems too much work, though.
So I'm closing my eyes. Alert me when we're in Atlanta, please.
Go Vols!
We clearly never got word to coach that there's a good tight end on Georgia's team. And apparently there's one on Kentucky's too.
You know how sometimes the person driving is just so damn horrifying, you have to close your eyes and pray until you get there? This seems that way. I'm closing my eyes, and not opening them until we get to an SEC East championship. Yes, I might have my eyes closed a while. I'll sing songs.
This was embarrassing. I'm glad I was smart enough to live in Tennessee, where I'm not totally surrounded by jerks who will give me grief all week. Those of you living in other states, consider moving home just for that dubious benefit.
I owe some fella 50 cents, and can't even pay him because I spent it getting another fifth of Jack to drown this misery. Sorry, fella, but you won the bet.
I considered moving to London, England, and taking up soccer. I heard there's an orange-and-white team there we could cheer for.
Then I thought about joining the French foreign legion, changing my name to Epheseus Morganton the 5th, and trying to convince all those criminals and slackards that my (unnamed) football team is one of the best in the land. That just seems too much work, though.
So I'm closing my eyes. Alert me when we're in Atlanta, please.
Go Vols!
