Packing for Knoxville and somehow everything I actually want to wear keeps ending up on the floor instead of in the bag. Tell me what makes the cut.
Packing for Knoxville and somehow everything I actually want to wear keeps ending up on the floor instead of in the bag. Tell me what makes the cut.
Undefeated weekend deserves a proper ending — hot water, no plans, and nobody allowed in this bathroom without permission. Tell me you'd knock first.
Number one in the country and I couldn't even be bothered to put real clothes on for it — this shirt gave up hours ago. Bet you'd celebrate differently if you were here.
A win like that keeps me up — ice cream in hand and Knoxville already on my mind. First trip to Neyland coming and I haven't picked an outfit yet. Tell me what you'd put me in for it.
Walked in for one book and I'm already six deep — this is exactly why nobody lets me browse unsupervised. Tell me which one you'd make me put back.
J. Cole is in Houston tonight and I've been up way too long trying to figure out what to wear — this is as far as I got. Bet you'd take your time picking something out for me.
The car needed a wash and I needed to cool off — one of those worked out better than the other. Tell me you wouldn't stare if you pulled into the next bay.
Five sets in this heat and I'm still standing — barely. Don't act like you wouldn't stare if I served looking like this.
GameDay's already on and the big game is still hours away — but the burnt orange is on and it's not coming off until we win. Tell me who you're backing tonight.
Texas-Ohio State tomorrow and the pregame coverage has me glued to this couch — this shirt stopped covering anything worth hiding about an hour ago. Tell me you'd actually watch the game.