I really have nothing to do with this here distaste for the University of Tennessee, though I don’t like that shade of orange a single bit. Best case scenario, it indicates there’s construction on the road.
I did take a trip to Tennessee once in college to see a woman. She invited me to see her, in fact. I get there on a Friday night, ready to roll, when she tells me that she and her friends just came up on some tickets to see some strippers. So they did. And I went back to the hotel.
Since then, I’ve had a bad feeling about that state. That I didn’t go back home right away was my fault, and the girl wasn’t even from Tennessee, but it’s ruined it for the whole place. I don’t care if Lane Kiffin turns out to be the second coming of Martin Luther King, I’m not a fan of the Ernge. Not at all.