WOOO, LADY JUSTICE! Show me them titties! I, Milton McGregor, Auburn donor and Alabamian dog-track owner, hath vanquished the foul beast of iniquitous accusation and taintpunched that wrongness into some far distant place! Like Mississippi. Bet it's layin' over there and just weepin' and grabbin' its tender mansaddle and beggin' the locals to put some salve on it or something. They're just tryin' to slap it with catfish and lottery tickets, because that's all anyone in Mississippi carries on 'em at all times.
Throwin' that dynasty sign up! THE VIC IS DEFINITELY IN THE HOUSE TONIGHT. Where's my baconade! I NEED MAH BACONADE, CHANTILLY! Winnin' makes a man thirsty! AND I'M THIRSTAAAYYY!
caw caw caw screeeeDAMMIT---
/flies into glass
/shits on Paul Finebaum's Crossfire
/does it again
Seriously, being an Auburn fan has to be exhilarating, like the emotional equivalent of wingsuiting through a forest of skycrapers praying not to nip one and end up streaking the pavement like 50 gallons of housepaint.