Loyalty said:
Keep going! Don't lest us down.
Last word! Pride!
continuing the report...
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THE WOMEN of their lives
The
morning of 5/10/23
blow-hole Dumbo Fisher is a disciplined man. His strategic rituals are designed and observed to keep him healthy, motivated and on-task. It doesn't matter if he's in a Four-seasons hotel.or if he's house-sitting for jameous winston, in the middle of spring football or in the pressurizedcollege football flurry of November. Home or away..coast to coast...it doesn't matter...this is his every day,
7:15 am EST,
every morning found JimBo fisher sitting on a toilet, performing his morning constitutional. ..that's every morning(8:15 Texas time). Every morning for over 40 years. And.. this is what keeps the great man sane..a.religion...in the midst of a fire tornado,,the pressure of college football.
The morning of 5/10/23 Cornbait dimbo on the can, hot tears of discipline running down his face...mid ritual..his Meet-the-Coach event in Fort Worth that 5/10/23 evening, ..the special effects he would use to confound the Fort Worth Aggies...the expert verbage...that event..that Aggie dinner.in Cowtown...still eleven hours away.. was the last thing on his mind….all thoseBBQ dinners...all of them;; were just the fuel for 7:15 am EST,,( 8:15 TX time ,,every day. Of his life. The sacred ritual. That golden moment
...and then...the morning of 05/10/23 7:26 am EST ,,,(8:26 Txtime)…..the great man...his golden ritual.. bowels ..blammmo...sudden... triumphant expulsion!
He stands up quickly...whirls around...facing the deed in the toilet bowl...the great man alone in a bathroom...pointing an accusing finger...his feet slightly more than shoulder length apart, pants at ankles...pointing...through gritted teeth he snarls.. "you think you're better than me"...pointing at the load in the toilet...(this morning it was a pile...looked like..a pound-and-a-half of limp brown dead seahorses...poop in a neat pile...pointing righjt at it..."YOU THINK your're BETTeR than me!!! the great fsu champion ROARS ….then grabbing grabbing at the toilet paper roll and then wiping..wiping madly wiping...and wadding TP wadding wadding until he has ball of toilet paper the size of a tennis ball...which he slam-dunks violently into the toilet...and he flushes flushes..says..."go to hell nick saban" he laughs with orgasmic delight..."go straight to helll".. and now collapsing at the foot of the commode..Coach jimbo's tears of discipline mix with the beads of sweat of a job well done...and mix finally..with his tears shed for the saban-soiled reputations of the families of the innocent 17 year old, four-and-5-star lads in his charge..
And this is why coach Corn-bait's young brunette wife ….Courtney Fisher ,.. on the sage advice of Corn-bait's blonde ex-wife ...Candi Fisher, ;;;;; insists that..each and all,,, every one ..of their many homes ...have plumbing scaled up for industrial usage. to accommodate her husband's giant wad-balls of toilet paper.
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The Aggie's wife: Mrs. PD Higginbotham
Paloma Fatima Mathilde of the Lupo Family of Buenos Aires. her native blood was in her mother's line.
she was PD Higginbotham's lover, his wife..and in polite society his majordomo.. she never asked PD to be anything less than the man he wanted to be. Her background; Paloma grew up in buenos aires and as a little girl,, had a servant ..had ponies..and she slept on a 4-hundred year old ciliegio feather bed imported from Italy. Her father had abrief ambassadorship in Italy and ..16 years old..a diplomat's beautiful daughter..she was there...and her father had horses and he knew a lot of important people, he spoke german,.(he introduced PD to the Horten bros)..and he was a notorious Bridge player, her father ..he could also afford to lose lavishly. because She came from old money. She came from the old world, old wars old banks great art, marble and silver and gold... but Paloma had never seen a serious man work and create ..and work, ..an American man. PD was 28 years old when she first saw him in the embassy, il sontuoso patio dell'ambasciata. she,was sixteen…a year later began something like a courtship..
this American's strange bearing of confidence and humility..a man who mixed seamlessly with the 7th generation Italian servant class and the elites to whom her father deferred...and earn respect..then make an honest living and become wealthy ..and be a great man uncompromised. ,..her own two argentian brothers were cads with soft hands..But here is America. this dream as it was imagined. .in the form of this man PDHigginbotham .and she was in love with him and all of it...his adventure was hers, and hers, his. Paloma liked the way American men greeted one another with firm handshakes. ...she was the one who called PD,.. whispered g
uapo Pablo.Her pride was to be his confidante...and he sometimes told Paloma stories with details divulged only to her...and among them her favorite.. may have been the story about his retrieval of the Aggie Ring in Yugoslavia and its return to the deceased lieutenant's family.