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vollygirl

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I had the newspaper clip with the headline that read "Vandy takes down No. 24 Gamecocks" taped up at my desk (I hate Spurrier....I totally enjoyed Vandy winning that game).

I ripped it down today.
 
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#4
I really don't mind if Vandy beats all of our other SEC brethren...as long as they're spreading it out over multiple seasons. It should be humiliating for any SEC school to lose to a school that doesn't even have an athletic department.
 
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Chemvol said:
I really don't mind if Vandy beats all of our other SEC brethren...as long as they're spreading it out over multiple seasons. It should be humiliating for any SEC school to lose to a school that doesn't even have an athletic department.
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Prepare for humiliation come Saturday.
 
#9
#9
Alright, my turn...

I once killed a complete stranger by stabbing him to death with an icicle.

Whew...that's a load off the ol' shoulders.
 
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#11
Jaytrain5 said:
Alright, my turn...

I once killed a complete stranger by stabbing him to death with an icicle.

Whew...that's a load off the ol' shoulders.
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Since we're sharing...


I remember everything!
I remember every little thing as if it happened only yesterday.
I was barely seventeen and I once killed a boy with a Fender guitar
I don't remember if it was a Telecaster or a Stratocaster,
but I do remember that it had a heart of chrome and a voice like a horny angel!
I don't remember if it was a Telecaster or a Stratocaster,
but I do remember that it wasn't at all easy.
It required the perfect combination of the correct power chords,
and the precise angle from which to strike.
The guitar bled for a week afterward and the blood was - ooh -
dark and rich like wild berries.
The blood of the guitar was Chuck Berry red.
The guitar bled for about a week afterward but it rung out beautifully,
and I was able to play notes that I had never even heard before.
So, I took my guitar and I smashed it against the wall,
I smashed it against the floor,
I smashed it against the body of a varsity cheerleader,
I smashed it against the hood of a car,
I smashed it against a 1981 Harley Davidson.
The Harley howled in pain.
The guitar howled in heat.
And I ran up the stairs to my parents' bedroom.
Mommy and Daddy were sleeping in the moonlight.
Slowly I opened the door, creeping in the shadows,
right up to the foot of their bed.
I raised the guitar high above my head,
and just as I was about to bring the guitar crashing down upon the center of the bed,
my father woke up screaming:
"Stop! Wait a minute! Stop it boy! What do you think you're doing?
That's no way to treat an expensive musical instrument!"
And I said "dammit Daddy! You know I love you,
but you've got a hell of a lot to learn about rock and roll!"
 
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