Some say football’s a religion, and if it weren’t against our Lord’s wishes, I’d agree with ‘em every damn Friday.
“Pappy called me the other week, asked me to carry him over to the Walmarts. Old coonhound cain’t see but a foot in front of his face no more, bless his heart…”
“No, you complained in pathetic digital haikus, and the politicians legalized it to make you like them, and then everyone realized it was a terrible idea, and they struck it down. Twenty years ago.”