(EDITED BY AUTHOR: 6/18/2005 - 12:12 a.m.)saying that most of what is written over here has nothing to do with sports and that some jerk with his penny loafers, starched whites and khakis accosted her at the Tenn game and forced her declare what she'd eaten for lunch, what she listened to on the drive in and whether or not she believed we should just "RUN THE DAMN BALL." Being the man of means that I am, I had dimes in my loafers at the SECCG and remember no such encounter. . . I assumed she must've meant TigerJack.
Your ruse was a success. She failed to see the brilliance of such dialogue and you've turned her out. I am sure the "men" of the VTTW are happy with their newest lacky. Once fair Beth sported a cute girly icon of a bouncy tigger and proclaimed her allegience to the men of Auburn. Blinded by their promises of fried possum and protection form the likes of us, she now straps-on a "dikish" viking icon and has become the "prison bitch" of the Mudduck. Surely there was a price for the transfer? Have you gotten your cigarettes and commisary chit from Volznut yet?
