Terry, > You know where Daddy George got his name? > http://www.tirebiter.com/
Yup... sad remebrance... I was one of the first on the scene, a mildly intoxicated golden bear no less (is there any other kind), that fateful day that Fall of '50, when Georgie succumbed after his last taste of rolling butadiene... poor fellow. We had just beaten that other bunch of butadiene lickers, you know... the Trojans... for about the last time, as fate would have it, for half a century... due mainly to the likes of a secret inbreeding program that gave them the likes of OJ and other similarly minded recruits... it was a muderous football program back then ... Well... would you expect less from the second best establishment in South Central....? > Pastor Rod Flash > Powerhouse Church of the Presumptuous Assumption of the Blinding Light As the Right Honorable Flasher can attest... at the eulogy everyone joined in on a mighty-fine rendition of... what else... "A Mighty Hot Dog is Our Lord"...
