Howdy sips. This has been the most gratest week a my life. Last Monday I got my exceptence letter from Texas Agricultcher and Meckanical University. Looks like I made it into the Lester Hayes School of Speech and Communications.Whooooooooooooooooooooooop!
Thats why I been away for so long and haddent been a postin nothin on this board. I aint never studdied so hard in my hole life. This last sumester at Collin County Community Collage was probly akin to a fellar tryin to graduate from Harverd or Yell. I aint lyin neither. I was a multiplyin decimalized fractions and I was a conjugatin verbs from the mexican langwidge and I was memorizin parts of the human male nut sack. And I always thought Vas Deferens was one a them Eurapean Socker players that come over to America back in the 1970s to be a kicker in the NFL. Hmmmm, thangs you learn when your collage edgucated. Its a mind bogglin.
Any how, when I got that exceptence letter I went out and cellabrated like I done never cellabrated in my hole life. First I went and got my head shaved. Then I bought me some knee high brown patent leather boots and I bought me a brand new Aggie tee-shirt. It has a pitcher of a upside down Longhorn with his horns sawed off. Its the gratest Aggie shirt I ever had.
Then, I went out and got drunk on the Zima. I was a drankin like a madman then I went down to the tatoo parler and got a thumb tatood to my peenus. I been wakin up with a "gig'em" ever mornin this week.
Then, I went back down to the 2 steppin bar and some dude stepped on my new boots. Then, I shoved him. Then, I got my assed kicked. Then, I got throwed in the South Dallas drunk tank. It all happened so fast.
Daddy Spider come and bailed me out the next mornin and I said goodbye to my frendly Porta Reekin cell mate who was lyin down smokin a cigarett. Daddy Spider told me I must a got a wild hare up my ***. I dont know how he coulda knowed that, but he was probly right cuzz ever time I go doody it fills like somebody is pourin tobasco sauce on my sphinkter hole. Just like it done the last time I was throwed in the drunk tank.
Well, I got to start perparin for fish camp. I caint wait to tell you sips all about it. I also caint wait for the upcoming football season and the fightin Texas Aggies march to the Rose Bowl.
I all so caint wait to start writin some more football poetry. Be on the lookout for "Look out Noter Dame Part II".
Gig'em
"I know that people will say that we must win a bowl game and I agree. I would also add that we have been close to winning several of those bowls. We have not been as far away as some might think."
RC Slocumb
Thats why I been away for so long and haddent been a postin nothin on this board. I aint never studdied so hard in my hole life. This last sumester at Collin County Community Collage was probly akin to a fellar tryin to graduate from Harverd or Yell. I aint lyin neither. I was a multiplyin decimalized fractions and I was a conjugatin verbs from the mexican langwidge and I was memorizin parts of the human male nut sack. And I always thought Vas Deferens was one a them Eurapean Socker players that come over to America back in the 1970s to be a kicker in the NFL. Hmmmm, thangs you learn when your collage edgucated. Its a mind bogglin.
Any how, when I got that exceptence letter I went out and cellabrated like I done never cellabrated in my hole life. First I went and got my head shaved. Then I bought me some knee high brown patent leather boots and I bought me a brand new Aggie tee-shirt. It has a pitcher of a upside down Longhorn with his horns sawed off. Its the gratest Aggie shirt I ever had.
Then, I went out and got drunk on the Zima. I was a drankin like a madman then I went down to the tatoo parler and got a thumb tatood to my peenus. I been wakin up with a "gig'em" ever mornin this week.
Then, I went back down to the 2 steppin bar and some dude stepped on my new boots. Then, I shoved him. Then, I got my assed kicked. Then, I got throwed in the South Dallas drunk tank. It all happened so fast.
Daddy Spider come and bailed me out the next mornin and I said goodbye to my frendly Porta Reekin cell mate who was lyin down smokin a cigarett. Daddy Spider told me I must a got a wild hare up my ***. I dont know how he coulda knowed that, but he was probly right cuzz ever time I go doody it fills like somebody is pourin tobasco sauce on my sphinkter hole. Just like it done the last time I was throwed in the drunk tank.
Well, I got to start perparin for fish camp. I caint wait to tell you sips all about it. I also caint wait for the upcoming football season and the fightin Texas Aggies march to the Rose Bowl.
I all so caint wait to start writin some more football poetry. Be on the lookout for "Look out Noter Dame Part II".
Gig'em
"I know that people will say that we must win a bowl game and I agree. I would also add that we have been close to winning several of those bowls. We have not been as far away as some might think."
RC Slocumb
