The kickoff Wailing Banshee brought to you by Guinness. Everyone raise a pint and dance a jig!
the plastic souvenir cup is yours to keep.
would've been right up our AD's alley.
So, possibly both?
Kudos to the poster that first thought of that phrase years ago when discussing who would sponsor our “Jumbotron “.
Whores in this house
There's some whores in this house
There's some whores in this house
There's some whores in this house
Perfect!
It will be more egalitarian to allow the commoners to buy beer.
NIL money doesn't grow on trees.
Just resourceful
walk in with it in my hand.
Your thighs are a walking bar.
Er, at least that’s what I’ve heard…
Buy a rugby shirt with real tight wrists, then stuff 5-6 airline bottles (nips for those east of the Hudson) up each sleeve.
Pass right through a metal detector, easy peasy. Then just snag a Figthing Irish soda cup.
Bikini clad model coming out of the surf
were 'sweetened' with somewhat bittersweet saccharin (and not strangely-oversweet aspartame pushed by Big NutraSweet) and bikini-clad models of some dimension wore bikinis of some minimum dimension.
Poor Billy Joel had to dump Elle for Miss Brinkley.
"Welcome to the Brian Kelly Colisseum at Notre Dame!".
I'd love to have a T-shirt cannon.