BEATING THE SNOT OUT OF AUBURN
How does the Auburn fight song go? "I've been working on the railroad... I've been working on the railroad... I've been working the railroad... all God Damn Effing Day!"
Did you know that Auburn fans smell like mildewed trailers? Yep. It's true. It is a known fact that Auburn is the trailer capital of the world. They just talk up this "plains" thing to make it sound fancier. Patsy and Paul did good for themselves moving up to NYC. The rest of the SEC should be given a humanitarian award for putting up with our mildewed trailer smelling Aubie fans. The Shrew and I will be sure to bring clothes pins to the game Saturday night.
Folks, this is simply not Auburn's year. With the BCS National Championship Game at the Louisiana Superdome, it's LSU's destiny to win a third national championship by creaming Jeff's Ohio State team. It is becoming a college football tradition for the SEC Champion to drub Ohio State. Just in case you didn't know. ;)
Personally, I have a selfish reason for wanting LSU to beat Auburn. The Shrew and I really want a return date back to Atlanta for the SEC Championship game. Why? So, we can blow a wad (of dough) at the wonderful Swinging Richards. That's a place made in heaven for us! ;)
posted by Brettcajun at Friday, October 19, 2007
8 Comments:
I hope LSU's not too tired from their 3 OVERTIME Loss to Kentucky last week. I hardly think that someone from Louisana can talk about someone from Auburn...ever travelled through Slidell???
I can think of bigger armpits in Louisiana than Slidell. Ha Ha!
SEC fans, always to derogatory. Sigh.
Well if LSU can make it to the title game, I'd love to see them play my Buckeyes.
Beat down.
Tradition...since when does winning one game automatically become a tradition?
Brett, I think I just saw you heading down the road -- off to tailgate are you?
Not so fast, my crazy Cajun friend.
War Eagle!!!!
You know you're in Louisiana when the cars don't have hubcaps, but the houses do.
(psst, Patrick; it's spelled with two "i"'s)
Thanks Jeff for the correct spelling, I was driving so fast out of the nasty ass state of Lou--zzzz---ana, all the letters just blurred together.
Mr. Cajun, as for tomorrow...when you park your easy bake truck up in the parking lot to tailback, and walk past the hordes of rednecks doing flaming dr. peppers, to watch that poor captured tiger being led from his supposed "great" cage to a field with fans that supposedly can cause an earth quake on the richter scale with their loud burps and farts from too many hot dogs and so much hot air coming out of their mouths, just remember one thing, and one thing only.
You look hot in a jock strap.
Oh and about the game, may Auburn Win! War Eagle!
WOW. Way to pull it out in the final seconds!
Plus, Patrick is right about you and the jockstrap.
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