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Thanks Dad for all the spankings
Posted on 12/6/18 at 8:05 pm
Posted on 12/6/18 at 8:05 pm
Tua is almost a true bammer
Had Jesus 1 and Saban 2
Had Jesus 1 and Saban 2
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Posted on 12/6/18 at 8:06 pm to thelawnwranglers
Melt bitch
Posted on 12/6/18 at 8:06 pm to thelawnwranglers
Jesus Christ you’re pathetic. Tua is an incredible player, just enjoy CFB and let the kids live.
This post was edited on 12/6/18 at 8:07 pm
Posted on 12/6/18 at 8:07 pm to thelawnwranglers
L8U
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This post was edited on 12/6/18 at 8:08 pm
Posted on 12/6/18 at 8:08 pm to thelawnwranglers
still melting Posted on 12/6/18 at 8:08 pm to thelawnwranglers
You are a sad little bitch.
Posted on 12/6/18 at 8:09 pm to thelawnwranglers
Salty little bitch, aren't you? lol
Posted on 12/6/18 at 8:10 pm to thelawnwranglers
quote:
Thanks Dad for all the spankings
Finally admitting Saban is King I see!
Posted on 12/6/18 at 8:11 pm to thelawnwranglers
He’d also like to thank LSU for contributing film to his Heisman campaign reel.
Posted on 12/6/18 at 8:13 pm to thelawnwranglers
......like clockwork...
Here they come.
Here they come.
Posted on 12/6/18 at 8:17 pm to thelawnwranglers
You thanking us for all those spanking too 
Posted on 12/6/18 at 8:18 pm to thelawnwranglers
Posted on 12/6/18 at 8:19 pm to thelawnwranglers
8!
Posted on 12/6/18 at 8:22 pm to thelawnwranglers
Your jealousy is showing !!!
Posted on 12/6/18 at 8:31 pm to thelawnwranglers
quote:maybe if you had gotten some more spankings you wouldn't be such an abject loser
thelawnwranglers
This post was edited on 12/6/18 at 9:03 pm
Posted on 12/6/18 at 8:36 pm to thelawnwranglers
Awww. Someone has a sandy little corndog vagina, don't they?
Posted on 12/6/18 at 8:38 pm to thelawnwranglers
21-0
10-0
29-0
8-0
Still have coach 0
10-0
29-0
8-0
Still have coach 0
Posted on 12/6/18 at 9:07 pm to thelawnwranglers
The Destruction of the Corn Dogs
by Jacknola (with help from Lord Byron)
The corn dogs came down like the wolf on the fold
And their tee shirts were gleaming in purple and gold
And the sheen on their flasks were like stars on the sea
When the Crimson Tide rolls on the Mis-sis-sip-pi.
Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green,
That host with their banners at sunset were seen:
Like the leaves of the forest when November hath blown
That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
For the angel of Tua spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of corn dogs he passed;
And the eye of the tiger waxed deadly and chill,
And their hopes but once leaped, then forever grew still!
And there lay the bengal with his nostril all wide,
But through it there rolled no bragging or pride;
And the foam of his hopes lay white on the turf
As cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.
And there lay the fans whining and pale,
With melt on their brow, and red on their tail:
And the tailgates were silent, the banners alone,
The drinks unlifted, the bragging unknown.
The second place corn dogs are loud in their wail,
The refs they cheated they howl and they yell;
And the might of the tigers, unsmote by the sword;
Hath melted like snow front of Saban, their Lord.
by Jacknola (with help from Lord Byron)
The corn dogs came down like the wolf on the fold
And their tee shirts were gleaming in purple and gold
And the sheen on their flasks were like stars on the sea
When the Crimson Tide rolls on the Mis-sis-sip-pi.
Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green,
That host with their banners at sunset were seen:
Like the leaves of the forest when November hath blown
That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
For the angel of Tua spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of corn dogs he passed;
And the eye of the tiger waxed deadly and chill,
And their hopes but once leaped, then forever grew still!
And there lay the bengal with his nostril all wide,
But through it there rolled no bragging or pride;
And the foam of his hopes lay white on the turf
As cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.
And there lay the fans whining and pale,
With melt on their brow, and red on their tail:
And the tailgates were silent, the banners alone,
The drinks unlifted, the bragging unknown.
The second place corn dogs are loud in their wail,
The refs they cheated they howl and they yell;
And the might of the tigers, unsmote by the sword;
Hath melted like snow front of Saban, their Lord.
This post was edited on 12/6/18 at 9:12 pm
Posted on 12/6/18 at 9:50 pm to chattabama
That he won’t win lol.
Posted on 12/6/18 at 9:53 pm to thelawnwranglers
Gotta love LSU fans. No bigger bitches around
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