VolsZealot
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Better start crossing now bud...its gonna get really uncomfortable for you guys tomorrow!!!!
Geaux Tigers!!!![]()
I have TN socks, underwear, t-shirts, sweatshirts, shorts, hats, and coffee cups, all of which I generally use in some combination before games.
Frankly though, I think, given that I'm the center of the universe and therefore my superstitions are all important, that the real clincher is the fact that I'm not just a left-handed red-head, but one of those red-heads that are actually more orange than red. Complete with freckles.
Therefore, I can't help but think that, underwear and coffee cups notwithstanding, what really does it for the Vols is how I get up on game-days, scratch my orange head, scratch my orange balls, and then scratch my Big Orange ass.
In fact, in the interests of science I have begun keeping a journal, and, disbelievers be damned, it has provided absolute proof: The night before the Florida game I used talcum, and did not scratch my balls at all the following morning. The morning of the Kentucky game, I had drunk heavily the night before and only had time to complete the 1st half of my ball scratching ritual before rushing directly to the toilet.
Coincedence?
I don't think so.
Post of the year....lmao:thumbsup:I have TN socks, underwear, t-shirts, sweatshirts, shorts, hats, and coffee cups, all of which I generally use in some combination before games.
Frankly though, I think, given that I'm the center of the universe and therefore my superstitions are all important, that the real clincher is the fact that I'm not just a left-handed red-head, but one of those red-heads that are actually more orange than red. Complete with freckles.
Therefore, I can't help but think that, underwear and coffee cups notwithstanding, what really does it for the Vols is how I get up on game-days, scratch my orange head, scratch my orange balls, and then scratch my Big Orange ass.
In fact, in the interests of science I have begun keeping a journal, and, disbelievers be damned, it has provided absolute proof: The night before the Florida game I used talcum, and did not scratch my balls at all the following morning. The morning of the Kentucky game, I had drunk heavily the night before and only had time to complete the 1st half of my ball scratching ritual before rushing directly to the toilet.
Coincedence?
I don't think so.
Maby you should worry about having a coaching staff on the sideline....Bye Bo and Les:victory:
I have TN socks, underwear, t-shirts, sweatshirts, shorts, hats, and coffee cups, all of which I generally use in some combination before games.
Frankly though, I think, given that I'm the center of the universe and therefore my superstitions are all important, that the real clincher is the fact that I'm not just a left-handed red-head, but one of those red-heads that are actually more orange than red. Complete with freckles.
Therefore, I can't help but think that, underwear and coffee cups notwithstanding, what really does it for the Vols is how I get up on game-days, scratch my orange head, scratch my orange balls, and then scratch my Big Orange ass.
In fact, in the interests of science I have begun keeping a journal, and, disbelievers be damned, it has provided absolute proof: The night before the Florida game I used talcum, and did not scratch my balls at all the following morning. The morning of the Kentucky game, I had drunk heavily the night before and only had time to complete the 1st half of my ball scratching ritual before rushing directly to the toilet.
Coincedence?
I don't think so.
I have TN socks, underwear, t-shirts, sweatshirts, shorts, hats, and coffee cups, all of which I generally use in some combination before games.
Frankly though, I think, given that I'm the center of the universe and therefore my superstitions are all important, that the real clincher is the fact that I'm not just a left-handed red-head, but one of those red-heads that are actually more orange than red. Complete with freckles.
Therefore, I can't help but think that, underwear and coffee cups notwithstanding, what really does it for the Vols is how I get up on game-days, scratch my orange head, scratch my orange balls, and then scratch my Big Orange ass.
In fact, in the interests of science I have begun keeping a journal, and, disbelievers be damned, it has provided absolute proof: The night before the Florida game I used talcum, and did not scratch my balls at all the following morning. The morning of the Kentucky game, I had drunk heavily the night before and only had time to complete the 1st half of my ball scratching ritual before rushing directly to the toilet.
Coincedence?
I don't think so.
I have TN socks, underwear, t-shirts, sweatshirts, shorts, hats, and coffee cups, all of which I generally use in some combination before games.
Frankly though, I think, given that I'm the center of the universe and therefore my superstitions are all important, that the real clincher is the fact that I'm not just a left-handed red-head, but one of those red-heads that are actually more orange than red. Complete with freckles.
Therefore, I can't help but think that, underwear and coffee cups notwithstanding, what really does it for the Vols is how I get up on game-days, scratch my orange head, scratch my orange balls, and then scratch my Big Orange ass.
In fact, in the interests of science I have begun keeping a journal, and, disbelievers be damned, it has provided absolute proof: The night before the Florida game I used talcum, and did not scratch my balls at all the following morning. The morning of the Kentucky game, I had drunk heavily the night before and only had time to complete the 1st half of my ball scratching ritual before rushing directly to the toilet.
Coincedence?
I don't think so.
I have TN socks, underwear, t-shirts, sweatshirts, shorts, hats, and coffee cups, all of which I generally use in some combination before games.
Frankly though, I think, given that I'm the center of the universe and therefore my superstitions are all important, that the real clincher is the fact that I'm not just a left-handed red-head, but one of those red-heads that are actually more orange than red. Complete with freckles.
Therefore, I can't help but think that, underwear and coffee cups notwithstanding, what really does it for the Vols is how I get up on game-days, scratch my orange head, scratch my orange balls, and then scratch my Big Orange ass.
In fact, in the interests of science I have begun keeping a journal, and, disbelievers be damned, it has provided absolute proof: The night before the Florida game I used talcum, and did not scratch my balls at all the following morning. The morning of the Kentucky game, I had drunk heavily the night before and only had time to complete the 1st half of my ball scratching ritual before rushing directly to the toilet.
Coincedence?
I don't think so.