My dwindling clean shirt suppy necessitated I wear the shirt I normally wear to UVA football games to work on Monday. It is weird to wear a shirt I equate to getting nine-eyed in a work setting. It is somewhat sad, as it harkens to great times, and certainly not the meetings I was forced to endure. A shirt that has carried burbon stains the size of frisbees doesn't belong hid under a suit. It was rode hard.
Sean Singletary = man. 4-2. I'll be the only one carrying the flag, if need be.
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