What is my perfect crime? I break into Ole Miss at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No, I go for the chandelier. It's priceless. As I'm taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It's her father's business. She's Missy. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning, the cops come and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me in Westwood, but I go to State College. I don't trust her. Besides, I like the cold. Thirty years later, I get a postcard. I have a son and he's the chief of police. This is where the story gets interesting. I tell Missy to meet me in Gainesville by the Trocadero. She's been waiting for me all these years. She's never taken another lover. I don't care. I don't show up. I go to Baton Rouge. That's where I stashed the chandelier.
At least 22 FBS teams were involved in some kind of on field brawls, fisticuffs, or other extracurricular physical violence this week. "Congrats" to all! 😅
I’m hearing all this about the solar eclipse, and it was okay… but nothing really happened except for the 30 seconds where my body was lifted 10 feet off the ground and all my skin started to sparkle like in Twilight