Saturday we received this bit of mail fraud on our doorstep. It seems my old childhood friend, Ivy Justice and her sister, Dolly, have signed Carolina up for the "Jr. Gamecock Club". Every month from now on, we will get this disgusting display of team foulery...the biggest waste of an American dollar since the "fit flop". (highly comfy shoes, but do nothing for the buttocks)
To ease the pain of having a Cocky lunchbox on my countertop, Todd offered to blow his nose in the t-shirt. I agreed, that would help me feel better.
So, he did. And now, we have new toilet paper with the gamecock log on the sleeve. We may use the lunchbox as a pinata at Patton's birthday party...I'm just sayin'.
Payback is hell, friends.
Go Tigers.
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