War damn Eagle, let's talk about some wimmens.
It takes a great woman to turn her back on Tuscaloosa (where wimmens pee in bushes), and let her gaze fall upon the great Auburn University in Auburn, Alabama. We're talking classy dames that don't mind gettin' dolled up in their finest and rolling the shit out of some private property. Ladies of the highest order who will make you a fine pimiento cheese sandwich a few minutes after burning an effigy of Bear Bryant.
Orange and blue only looks good on a certain quality of wimmens. Let's investigate further, shall we?
(ED: NSFW-ish pic after the jump. Warned, you have been.)
RAWR! I really hope that's a tattoo.
I gotta be honest...is this a woman? And is she about to eat a lizard?
Ok, these are probably men, but I'm still having a hard time telling.
Ooooo, nice AUBURN hair you have there!!!!!1!1!1 LAWL
Oh, I see, the Tiger finds your bum attractive but he's just a silly inflatable Tiger, silly old Tiger. (ED: I'd so hit that)
And finally, TA-DOW! SKABOOSH! IMPLANTS AND STICKERS Y'ALL!
The last time I traveled to Auburn, I ended up streaking in a subdivision on the outskirts of town. Maker's Mark was involved. And a swimming pool. This weekend promises to be even more zany because the Rebels aren't coached by Ed Orgeron's idiot ass and have a legit shot at this one.