Rod Wilks?

After much debate, President Truman decided to drop the atomic bomb on Hiroshima rather than the alternative of sending Rod Wilks. His reasoning? It was more "humane."
 
Governor Swartzenegger has his room checked for Rod Wilks every time he goes to sleep.
 
Rod Wilks doesn't believe in Alabama.


The moon isn't made of rock as previously thought. It is, in fact, a Rod Wilks kidney stone that he passed naturally and then threw into orbit.
 
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The strangers that climbed ol' Rocky Top looking for a moonshine still never came down because they are hiding from Rod Wilks!!!!
 
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Even Rod Wilks mirror reflection is afraid of Rod Wilks. Man, oh man, those were the days. Whatever happened to him after leaving the UT?
 
Rod Wilks did not attend HS...... he advanced to UT direct from Middle school
Wrong. He was born in a driving rain storm, immediately picked up a shovel and walked to the nearest coal mine, where he proceeded to load 17 tons of No. 9 coal (just to show Tennessee Ernie Ford who was boss) stayed up late that night and read both the Bible and Plato’s Republic cover to cover, woke up the next morning and ate fifteen cathead biscuits with molasses and washed ‘em down with moonshine, then declared “Mother, I’m off to university.”

He then hopped a freight train to Knoxville, gave a hard stare to a railroad bull who then tipped his cap to the young lad and said “have a good day, Mr. Wilks,” before wondering to himself “How did I know his name?” Rod then walked from the Southern Railway yard straight into Neyland Stadium, where a scrimmage was ongoing. Fulmer took one look at him and stood petrified until Rod walked up and shook his hand.

“Good morning, coach,” Rod said.

Fulmer shook his hand nervously, “Alright, we’re gonna work like heck to get a scholarship drawn up by the end of the week.”

“Make it end of day, Phil,” Rod said with a pat on Fulmer’s shoulder.

And the rest is history.
 
Wrong. He was born in a driving rain storm, immediately picked up a shovel and walked to the nearest coal mine, where he proceeded to load 17 tons of No. 9 coal (just to show Tennessee Ernie Ford who was boss) stayed up late that night and read both the Bible and Plato’s Republic cover to cover, woke up the next morning and ate fifteen cathead biscuits with molasses and washed ‘em down with moonshine, then declared “Mother, I’m off to university.”

He then hopped a freight train to Knoxville, gave a hard stare to a railroad bull who then tipped his cap to the young lad and said “have a good day, Mr. Wilks,” before wondering to himself “How did I know his name?” Rod then walked from the Southern Railway yard straight into Neyland Stadium, where a scrimmage was ongoing. Fulmer took one look at him and stood petrified until Rod walked up and shook his hand.

“Good morning, coach,” Rod said.

Fulmer shook his hand nervously, “Alright, we’re gonna work like heck to get a scholarship drawn up by the end of the week.”

“Make it end of day, Phil,” Rod said with a pat on Fulmer’s shoulder.

And the rest is history.
That was pretty damn good. Well done, sir.
 

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