Blustering in from sea
With a rollicking song he sweeps along
swaggering boisterously
His face is weather beaten
He wears a hooded sash
With his silver hat about his head
And a bristly black moustache
He growls as he storms the country
A villain big and bold
And the trees all shake and quiver and quake
As he robs them of their gold
The Autumn wind is a Raider
Pillaging just for fun
He’ll knock you ’round and upside down
And laugh when he’s conquered and won
yes, i am a hopelessly hopeless fanatic? AND!??!! so the fuck what?!!
game day in approx. 24 hours, yo. am i set: silver & black jersey? check. some sort of hassle-free snackers? check (i’ll think of something). a big ol’ bottle of my main man, JD? fuckin’ check, dude! mayhaps some coke for mixin’? chickity-check. lucky raiders undies? check! (what? that’s normal!) fuckin’ line to daddy on speed dial? check. a big, heaping helping of excited as all fuck? CHECK!!! am i ready? oh man…oh man oh man, this is it, this is the season for real, 2005, baby. am i ready or what?
win or lose…
mine :
