MOAR BANNERS, WHUT.
Um. Because it's not like I have other things I should be doing. (I totally do.) *headdesk*
In other news, I had this weird dream last night that I was Tim Tebow, and I was on a road trip with Urban Meyer and Nick Saban. We were going camping or something. Urban got bored while Nick was driving (he almost hit an alligator, oh the irony) and took Nick's phone. Lane Kiffin's number was in his contacts, and Urban started laughing hysterically at the fact. We stopped at a convenience store. Urban took Nick's phone into the men's restroom and wrote Kiffin's number on the bathroom wall next to an all-caps declaration of "CALL FOR A GOOD TIME."
No love lost there, for real. That shit's canon, I'm not even lying.
Note that Lane Kiffin (right) looks mildly unsure, the cop in the background looks terrified, and Urban Meyer has this look like, "I swear to GOD, Scarlett, if you don't take that hand off my shoulder, you're going to lose it."
Urban Meyer doesn't run a bullshit game. Man's dangerous. I love him.
In other news, I had this weird dream last night that I was Tim Tebow, and I was on a road trip with Urban Meyer and Nick Saban. We were going camping or something. Urban got bored while Nick was driving (he almost hit an alligator, oh the irony) and took Nick's phone. Lane Kiffin's number was in his contacts, and Urban started laughing hysterically at the fact. We stopped at a convenience store. Urban took Nick's phone into the men's restroom and wrote Kiffin's number on the bathroom wall next to an all-caps declaration of "CALL FOR A GOOD TIME."
No love lost there, for real. That shit's canon, I'm not even lying.
Note that Lane Kiffin (right) looks mildly unsure, the cop in the background looks terrified, and Urban Meyer has this look like, "I swear to GOD, Scarlett, if you don't take that hand off my shoulder, you're going to lose it."
Urban Meyer doesn't run a bullshit game. Man's dangerous. I love him.