Your Friday Hoodoo Thread | Week Eight

Daughter woke up this morning sick, so no school for her. I did however still put her in purple and gold for her trip to the doctor. Afterwards, she’s going to spend the day with dad running errands around town while she wears purple and gold and he wears the same old Bama hat he has worn for years. That should count double for hoodoo.

Just because its UThug though, I’ll give away an extra admission:
The other night flipping through channels, a nice hugger orange first gen Camaro (pretty sure it was 68) caught my eye so I stopped. Turned out it was that Mandy Moore movie “A Walk to Remember.” I watched the entire thing, all of it, without changing channels, and without female company to give me and redeeming factor.

and I actually like the area. The two worst things about Knoxville are:

1) all the awful fluorescent orange
2) the >8 hour drive to the gulf beaches

I have been here since ’96, so I had to live through the vols winning streak (hard times). I am so glad Bama is on a winning streak now, with no end in sight.

ROLL TIDE ROLL!!
This is a trifecta weekend (Alabama wins, Tennessee and Auburn loses).

I moved to Vail to work as a liftie after graduating in the Spring of 2004 from the Capstone. Had always been a dream of mine to be a ski bum.

My birthday coincides with the Third Saturday in October festivities, so me and some buddies went out after work to celebrate one night. We got pretty liquored up and were having a good time. The bar we were in was pretty dark and I started talking to this girl. We hit the dance floor and before I knew it, we were making out. After a bit of this, she asked me what I was out celebrating and I told her I had just turned 23 years old. Her response: “Oh wow! I just turned 45 yesterday!”

I told her I was gonna go use the bathroom, but snuck out and walked home from the bar, 2 miles in the freezing cold snow. I have no clue if she was hot; I was too drunk. I do know that I’ve never forgiven myself.

I cried at the end of a hoarders episode 2 weeks ago

I traveled home to Fairhope, AL for my sister’s wedding. She was getting married to a vile fan!!!!!! They had a band and he kept asking them to play that song. I was really thankful they did not know the words and the thing is he didn’t even really know the words. Unfortunately, I know the words because I have to hear that song all the time here in East TN. I told my sister’s new husband that he was not a true fan of UThug seeing as how he didn’t know that song.
After lord knows how much Jameson’s, I decided to get on stage and sing that song from start to finish. I am not sure if the sick feeling I had after was from the Jameson’s or singing that song. I still feel a strong sense of shame. Thank goodness the guy with the video camera was not still there when that happend.

women on the internet.

Tennessee week wont need much mojo. Saving it up for Nov. 5th.

But it was Clarksville, so it’s practically Kentucky, right?
And dad was Army and stationed at Ft. Campbell so it’s the US government’s fault we were there.

That lasted about 2 months. The job went bad, the ignored warning signs all went full red alert, and we got the hell outta there. We returned to Montgomery, AL like George Bailey in It’s A Wonderful Life: “YAAAAAAAAAAY!”

The embarrassing part of the admission… just the subject line, the fact I could ever have thought “hey, this can work…!”

I know all the words.

I know this has been mentioned elsewhere in this thread – that it’s not a bad song. I actually like this song, and kind of hum it to myself sometimes when I’m walking around.

Football gods, accept my humble offering.

and he would be fun to hang out with. Yes my admission is that there is at least one vols fan i don’t hate.

…my admission was already hijacked, but as it’s still embarrassing, I’ll just say it: I also watched A Walk to Remember the other night…by myself.

Just to add to it, my wife always says, “That’s you! That’s totally you!” when this guy is on TV:

  When I was about 16, my two best girlfriends and I went to Wal-Mart on a Saturday night. For some reason we all bought these red panties with Snoopy on them… I think we decided to be panty sisters?
   For another forgotten reason, after we got into my car, we decided to put said panties on our heads, pull pony tails through the legs, and let the windows down. For a few miles we tried to fit “panties on my head” in to every song on the radio. We ruined Kenny Loggins (Forever panties on my head!) and Sheryl Crow (All I wanna do is wear panties on my head!). We got so caught up in our stupidity, we didn’t notice a cop beside us at a red light. Apparently wearing undergarments on your head is a red flag for intoxication?

   We weren’t drinking, but we were shamed. And I think our actions might explain why we weren’t on dates instead of hanging out at Wal-Mart.

Ok, bonus admission: My favorite author is Cormac McCarthy, who attended UT, and my favorite book of his is Suttree, which is set in Knoxville.

Every ex I run into has packed-on pounds as though they’re preparing for a loooong winter.

…Did they lose hope after an untimely breakup and bon-bon’d themselves into fattendom?

…Did they regret not fulfilling my simple and honorable request that they don the frog suit and high heels?

…Did they… Whoa. Nevermind the previous one. If that is leaked when I run for the US Senate, it’s okay curtains for moi!

Todd always picks the RBR sweetheart from a pool of actresses I’ve never even heard of in movies and/or TV shows I will never watch. Spock provides the alternative. That’s fine and dandy, but I’m going to start the “alternative alternative”—that being mainly women in bands. Up first is Angel Deradoorian from The Dirty Projectors.