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LOOZIEANNER TO CHOKE ON TABASKER LOADED BULLDAWG GUMBO

First, the whole Bubba Ray Brigade has done said a huge prayer fer all the SEC friends in Florider, 'Bamer, Ol' Mizz and Georgia who have suffered a loss due to the dingdanged Hurricane. Hope everbody is okay and ready to keep supportin' their football fellers.

It wuz a perfect Bulldawg Sattyday. The whole danged Bubba Ray Brigade
wuz there and "Touchdown" Rodney Love commenced right out a singin' another tender ballad he done wrote, "I Might Have Lyin' Eyes, But She's Got Thunder Thighs." Well, come to find out that late Thursday nite, this here Toronado comes a touchin' down behind Bubba Ray's house and picks up his favo-rite Hickry Tree and carries that sucker a twistin' an turnin' an spinnin' fer 4.5 mile and drops her right over Judy Trudy de la Snooty's property right smack dab on her danged Yeller Jacket Yeller Merzeedus Bents. Well, Judy Trudy de la Snooty knows right away it wuz Bubba Ray's Hickry Tree 'cause it had a big ol' heart carved in the bark what said "Bubba luvs Charlene". So Judy Trudy de la Snooty calls a limo and goes down to the jail house and sweet talks a feller (with two 50 doller bills) to go arrest Bubba Ray in the Bulldawg parkin' lot on game day.

So jest as Rodney finishes the last stanza a his new love song, this here Deppity comes a drivin' up and slams some dadgum cuffs on Bubba Ray tellin' 'im he is done arrested fer aggravated Hickry Tree chunkin'. Well, it wuz way afore noon so Bubba Ray wuz only on his 14th Pabst Blue Ribbon and he sez to the Deppity that he didn't chunk no tree, and the whole Brigade circles aroun' the Deppity who is gettin' a bit squirrely by now. So the Deppity, who obviously ain't no Bulldawg, pulls out his 357 Magnum and peels off three shots in the air and divides the Brigade like that Moses feller and the Red & Black Sea.

Purdy soon, Bubba Ray is bein' drug into the jailhouse, and is throwed into the slammer in Cell Number 3 with a mail order diploma doctor feller what had been performin' appendix transplants, and a 390 pound, 6 ft. 8 inch feller named Earle. Come to find out that Earle drives a big rig durin' the week 'tween Ocaler, Florider and Rahlee, Nawth Caroliner. But on weekends Earle wants to be Earlene. So Earle has on a nice reddish wig and a pale green spaghetti strap, tryin' to look like Lee Ann Womack and then he starts to look into Bubba Ray's bloodshot eyes a singin' "I Hope You Dance" without the backup singers and fancy video.

There is gonna be trouble. We shore hope the Right Rev. Hal E. Looyer
can git Bubba Ray outta the hoosegow afore the LSU whuppin.' Wonder if'n Bubba Ray has done started his dancin' lessons? Think there's enough sawdust on the floor in Cell Number 3?

A Win is a Win
& them Dawgs have no "L"

But a fiesty Ol' Cajun
might create some Dawg Hell

The Big "D" looks good
but the Offense is snorin'

It might take a Creole
to get them Dawgs scorin'

The Warm Up is over
slice them Tigers like sawfish

That spicey Dawg Gumbo
tastes real good with some Crawfish

LSU whupped us Twice
givin' Dawgs a Red Face

But this time Dawgs win
Tigers fall from the race

This is gonna be close
Don't ignore their Coach "Nick"

But them Dawgs will prevail
might come down to a Kick

Them Cajuns is loud
& their beads is so purdy

They should score 27
finally Dawgs produce 30!!!