It's My Cadillac (Got That Bass)
My little girl gets her Escalade from her PawPaw and Susu.
My little girl gets her Escalade from her PawPaw and Susu.
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10:27 AM
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This here’s a story about Tommy T and Suzie Poo
Two young lovers with nothing better to do
Than sit around the barn, duck hunt, and not recruit
And here is what happened when they decided to cut loose
They headed over to, ooh, Camden, R-Kansas
That’s when they really pissed off the Barn's masses
Tommy T shot a mallard while others were outrecruiting their asses
Suzie Poo said take the money and run
Go on take the money and run
Go on take the money and run
Go on take the money and run
Go on take the money and run
Nicky Saban is a coach down in T-town
You know he knows just exactly how to lay a smackdown
He aint gonna let that douche escape justice
He makes his living off the Alabama people’s taxes
Suzie Poo, whoa, whoa, she slipped away
Tommy T caught up to her the very next day
They got the money, hey you know they got away
They headed to deposit the checks and laughing all the way and singing
Go on take the money and run
Go on take the money and run
Go on take the money and run
Go on take the money and run
Go on take the money and run
Go on take the money and run
Go on take the money and run
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1:30 PM
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Cheating cow fuckers!
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6:10 AM
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Listen to it for the next 365!
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11:47 PM
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Fast Forward To 2:45 For Nick Saban's Ultimatum To The Crimson Tide Nation. Priceless
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7:17 PM
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So, in summary, a vote for change was quite possibly a vote for the same old thing.
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7:59 PM
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"... and you can bet your last money, it's all gonna be a stone gas, honey! I'm Don Cornelius, and as always in parting, we wish you love, peace and soul, you snitch bitch!"
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5:33 AM
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The three headed monster will keep John Parker Wilson from having to win the game by himself.
SET THE TRAP EARLY!

Don't let the crowd stay in this game. Even though this is a 2:30 kickoff, the LSU fans have been hyping this since Saban came to Bama. Jumping on their team early can only help when it comes to crowd noise. Rammer Jammer is always sweeter echoing through an empty visitor's stadium.
BEWARE OF LESLIE AKA RANDALL FLAGG OF THE CORN DOG NATION

You have to stay on your toes with this guy. He's very unorthodox. Fake punts on 4th and long, onside kicks to open a game, and running the Notre Dame box are all within the realm of possibilities with this guy. A big Bama lead early in Baton Rouge will cause this guy to attempt some screwy shit. Just be ready and aware of anything. This includes, but is not limited to, a resurrection of Billy Cannon (that is, if he's even dead.)
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12:52 PM
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The "Hair Of The Dog That Bit You" Theory

... while I would grab two hand fulls of the mangled mane of this vicious sonofabitch:

Who in their right mind would do that?
After last night, I'm seriously reconsidering my stance on Prohibition.
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6:38 PM
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I hate your dog.
I'm an animal lover but your mutt sucks balls, not just licks them. How ferocious can a blue tick hound ever be? When it comes to affection, dogs are the sluts of the pet world. He licks his balls and ass on the sideline and then one of your cheerleaders poses with him for the cameras where he licks her face. Here's an idea for some hillbilly hilarity: Cut out the middle man, or middle mutt, and just have your cheerleader give the fucking dog a rim job and hummer on national TV. A rusty trombone for Smokey anyone?
I hate your colors
Orange is the bastard child of crimson and canary (which your coach sings like, but more on that later). The old joke is that you can wear it to the game on Saturday…and you can wear it hunting on Sunday…and you can wear it to work on Monday when you’re picking up garbage at the roadside!
Po Po Loves Themselves A Good Snitch
I hate your coach
You sorry, fat, no good, kitty kicking, orphan taunting, nun sucker punching, Salvation Army kettle stealing, homeless shelter burning, Special Olympic fixing and then betting, motherfucker!!! May a flea infestation of the balls you haven't seen in 20 years occur and your arms be too short to scratch them. A thousand curses upon your fork and spoon, you fat fuck!
So in summary:
Oh, and...
DAVEY CROCKETT WAS A FUCKING PUSSY!
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3:24 PM
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Using simple logic: The game was over at halftime.
Saban rubs Richt's nose in it!
Bad Dog! No No!
41-30
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10:32 PM
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John Parker Wilson looked good. Nick Walker caught everything in sight. The defense was meeting where ever the ball was heading.
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12:02 AM
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Labels: “Our form of democracy is bribery on the highest scale.”
EVEN A CLOCK THAT DOESN'T RUN IS RIGHT TWICE A DAY