34-10 Aight
Sunday, August 31st, 2008It smells like Victory, and Victory smells like ribs
In a large scale reenactment of Jeremy Elder’s parking lot caper, the Tide robbed thousands of Georgia Dome visitors of their unreasonable expectations and high hopes. There is no doubt that last night and today, a sad convoy of orange paw print motherfuckers travels north to stew [...]