Just found this gem from the "UT hires Butch Jones" thread from 4 years ago:
You know that feeling when you're at a bar at closing time? Long past when you first got to the bar looking around and think you have a shot with any girl. But as the night moved along you lost out on a few girls to some other guys, some girls just weren't interested, maybe they already have a boyfriend. You've had a few too many whiskey cokes and then you look at your watch at it's already a quarter to closing time and you start to panic. You look over and your 3 buddies from the dorm that came with you are already making out with some girls across the bar. But at this point the place is starting to thin out. You're looking around and start compromising a little bit. The booze is kicking in and you can ignore the 20 extra lbs on the blonde in the corner. Her teeth aren't that straight, but hell, what does that matter anyway? You go to talk to her and she speaks like Fran Drescher and laughs like a high-pitched pterodactyl. Then you just say, "öööö it", this ain't that big of a deal anyway, right? No one will laugh at you as long as you got some. Tennessee, this is your AD right now.
