This week the forces of civilization go against what can only be described as Louisiana. While a disturbing word, no other can describe the chemical wasteland from which the coon-asses rise like zombies on Halloween and invade Tuscaloosa. We win or end up having to leave in a dune buggy dressed like Mad Max looking for a drive through daiquiri joint and smelling of corn dog.
We are going to run the table because fate commands it. Once we get rid of the LSU scourge then we take the show on the road for the Civil Rights Bowl. While we owe Croom a great deal for getting rid of Foola, you can't get struck by lightning twice.
I have no choice but the beg King Kashmir to modify our bet. I don't want Tony Prentiss to blow his cover buying crack from Bobby Brown or Whitney in the CC, and I think snorting crack off your ass will increase my life insurance premium. What about if I shoot the Death Star (two shots in rapid succession) with two bottles of Kashmir in Atlanta if we make it there. It is about as deadly as crack, but I think legal in most states.
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