I've said it elswhere - I maight as well say it here...

MeridianDog

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The BullDogs that I love are an upset team. We always have been and it is a wonderful tradition.</p>

Believe it or not…</p>

I spent $25.00 last night with Sister Glendora, "Past Illuminated, Present Explained, Future, Foretold - Tarot, Tea, Palms, and Indian Healing Arts" County Road 27 Toomsuba, MS - "Helping those who need Help 24/7? She felt the bumps on my (bumpy) head and told me:</p>

"All of the stars and planets will come into alignment at 6:00 pm on Saturday September 13 (a magic number) and WE WILL WIN!" I left Sister Glendora's parlor a few minutes later as she danced and rang her CowBell like a Prophet out'a MooU. As I dove away, I could still hear that clang, clang, clang, and her fevered chant.</p>

"Boom Chuck'a Luck'a Luck'a, Boom Chuck'a Luck'a Luck'a , Boom Chuck'a Luck'a Luck'a, Boom. The Dogs will win. The Dogs will win, but we won't be certain until the end."</p>

Sounds OK by me. How about you guys ?</p>

MSU 21, Auburn 17, with the Tigers trying to score the winning TD at the very end, and the D pulling through for us.</p>

GO DOGS!!!!!</p>
 

8dog

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I lost my bike once and went to one and they told me it was at the Alamo. Turned out to be a load of crap.
 

MeridianDog

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I saw that bike a tthe Alamo.

Out behind the North wall in those weeds.

Did you look there?
 

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Croomp

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A pep talk from Meridian? Now I have absolutely no faith in my dogs this saturday. Meridian spells bad luck and doom to our already terrible team.
 

MeridianDog

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that weep with puss and petrification.

May your cucumber vines wither and your wheat blow away with the chaff.

May the milk from your goats sour in the teat and the milk of your sheep dry away.

May your wives all turn against you in your time of need.

May their wombs be filled with irritation, pestilence and contagion.

May your mother fall in love with the adornment of a plastic pig hat.

May your father constantly speak the words Hotty Toddy.

May your sons all enter into the fraternity of perverted animal sex.

May your daughters one and all take up the pole dance in Memphis.

May your jackass dump in your lamb-stew bowl.

May the camels of a thousand caravans relieve themselves on your dinner table.

May the dogs of the desert slip into your tent and wet on your sleeping pallet.

May your mistress come down with an unknown STD and name you in the synagogue.

May the desert patrol pull you and your camel over for no taillight.

May your youngest son profess love for all things USM, and your daughter marry Coach34.

But have a nice day!

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