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"...With all the champions they like to send up,
We'll keep our end up.
And they will know that they've been playing,
Against the famous, old dark Blues."
I haven't felt our club song to be actually fitting for a long time until now. (I watched the third quarter about to burst into tears from sheer panic.)
If they hadn't won tonight I would've bashed my TV.
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"Alcohol?! This smells just like hill people milk. I’ve been drinking this since I was a baby! Mmm. It's on, y'all!" I ♥ Kenneth Parcell.
Proper entry to come soon, promise.