Good for you, Ears! I wish coaches could still text recruits. I can see it now.
OMG my tummy dont hurt no more lolz stichs r itchy
Much like Brandon Cox's presence at Auburn, nobody really knows what the appendix does. BUH-DUM DUM!
I can't help but imagine what the conversation was like inside the bowels of Tuberville's innards.
Large Intestine: "Appendix, you aren't trying to uhhhh ... leave the organs are you?"
Appendix: "No way, I love it in here."
Small Intestine: "Thank goodness, we want you around forever. You may not do anything, but we like you. You look important."
Pancreas: "WHAT ARE YOU ALL TALKING ABOUT OVER THERE?"
Kidneas: (in unison) "LOUD NOISES!"
Appendix: "Listen, the only way I'm leaving is in a pine box."
And there he went. He left via some shiny, metal tool that doctors use, not in a pine box. The appendix is a traitor, and shall be shunned and booed every time he returns to the midsection area.
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