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Those tweets tell me yes, yes he has. You don’t question all of life’s greatest mysteries with dirthash, regs, or seed loaded schwag. No, Joey Freshwater got his hands on that good, good. That kind bud. That sticky icky. That hippie herb. That agent orange. That Chief Wahoo. That hail Hyrdo. That honey boo boo. That Scooby-Doobie Doo. That Bone Thugs N Harmony. That cat scratch fever. That Freddie Roach. That Rocky Mountain High. That shit that made Stevie Wonder blind. That…you got the point a dozen references back.
But what a total 180 Lane’s life has taken in the last 5 or so months. Sure, he was still getting it in with Alabama boosters’ wives in Tuscaloosa, but he had to deal with Saban breathing down his neck the entire time and chewing his ass out on a daily basis. Boca is way more his speed. He finally gets to let his hair down and spread his wings. Low expectations at an Instagram model factory? Kiffin is in paradise. And now he found that dank stank? He’s set.
I know people think he already has a foot halfway out the door for greener pastures of a bigger program and is using FAU as a stepping stone, but why would he ever leave? Lane can spend the next 20 years of his life winning 8 games a year with troubled FSU and UF transfers, maybe flirt with a Conference USA title or two, rotate through a stable of 19 year old chicas every semester, and have a statue built in his honor when it’s all said and done. He’d be an idiot to leave Boca.
Keep doing you, you magnificent bastard..
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