The fat bastard went down on Saturday, and I was giddy as a school girl. The Tide finally erased years of frustration with a win over Fat Phil Fulmer and the Tennessee Vols. I was dancing in the parking lot and I didn't care who saw me. Then when I got back to the 'ham, I taught my 3 year-old Goddaughter to say that "Auburn stinks like a poopy diaper" while watching them go down to LSU. All in all, it was a beautiful weekend.
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