
At the Bishop house, we raise em up right. Mark this down, when you see my son catching touchdown passes over Bammers, you can remember that you saw it here first. I would say that he'll be catching passes over a Jones or a Sullivan or a Cagle, but all of you are having little cheerleaders. Maybe one day Connor will ask one of your daughters to be his date to an Auburn Football Dinner.
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real men make girls.
Who needs women...they just toy with your heart...like your somekind of rag doll... (sitting here wimpering)
Allen,
If Scott had made that comment I would be all over it. But I've never had one so carelessly lobbed by you before - it could be a trap.
i feel sort of like the boston terrier picking a fight with a large german shepherd. I know i can't win so my best defense is to make lots of noise and show plenty of attitude in hopes that the larger opponent will go away out of fear and/or pity.
poor child....
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