I might go down to Wal-Mart and punch every fat ass wearing a UGa shirt that was purchased from said Wal-Mart. öööö Georgia and every inbred, banjo playing, tobacco spewin' nad licker.
Georgia Day? öööö those degenerate, redneck sacks of inbred öööö. öööö them all year long. I don't them hate any more today than I did yesterday and I won't hate them any more a week from today, because it's impossible to hate them any more than I already do. The only way to alleviate this feeling is for the good Lord to enact Old Testament vengeance upon them and turn Athens into Sodom and Gomorrah. I pray for this daily.
I hate the mutts. I hate their redneck fanbase. I hate the site of that ööööing "G" they ripped off from Green Bay and displayed across the back of some 45-year-old woman with copious amounts of back fat whilst she is waiting by the departure lounge for a flight to Mobile at Hartsfield-Jackson. I hate the site of some toothless inbred with jorts and a mullet barking in my face. I hate everything for which that program stands. I hate the thugs that fill their roster and how their administration continues to support that program. The mere sight of Kirby Smart's buster brown bowl cut makes my blood pressure jump higher than Ben Lammers blocking a shot. I hate the grin on their coach's face. I hate the part in his thinning hair. I ööööing H-A-T-E their defensive coordinator and his chickenshit behavior. I hate the possibility of him procreating. I hate the fertility rate among their fans. I hate their PA announcer. I hate the sight of a Dodge Ram with faded Georgia flags being driven by some cat who can't locate Athens on a state map. I hate the NCAA allowing Godd Turley to sell his autographs. I hate their stupid ööööing fight song and the red coat band. I hate their alumni and Nathan Deal demanding we worship the epicenter of mediocrity.
öööö those dipshit, dog licking, in-bred, meth head manure hooks. I cannot stand their barking, "I'm better than you because I like a football team even though I bought my shirt at Wal-Mart and didn't go to UGA" attitude. I hate their manure "school". I hate that they are even allowed to be an accredited institution of higher learning. I've talked to graduates of UGA, I'm surprised they can find their butt with both hands. I've heard more prescient things said by 65-year old pregnant crack addicted hookers at a hobo tailgate than the drivel that comes out of their mouths. I hate their attitude towards athletes. I hate that just because you can run fast with a ball you get a free ride at that cesspool while taking "Your butt or a hole in the ground: A comparative study" as a 4 hour credit course. Alabama needs to beat these voids surrounded by sphincters so I don't hear, "yeah, well my football team beat yours so I'm better" for the next year. I don't give a öööö. öööö you. öööö them and öööö the entire ööööing city of Athens, GA.
Georgia Day? öööö those degenerate, redneck sacks of inbred öööö. öööö them all year long. I don't them hate any more today than I did yesterday and I won't hate them any more a week from today, because it's impossible to hate them any more than I already do. The only way to alleviate this feeling is for the good Lord to enact Old Testament vengeance upon them and turn Athens into Sodom and Gomorrah. I pray for this daily.
I hate the mutts. I hate their redneck fanbase. I hate the site of that ööööing "G" they ripped off from Green Bay and displayed across the back of some 45-year-old woman with copious amounts of back fat whilst she is waiting by the departure lounge for a flight to Mobile at Hartsfield-Jackson. I hate the site of some toothless inbred with jorts and a mullet barking in my face. I hate everything for which that program stands. I hate the thugs that fill their roster and how their administration continues to support that program. The mere sight of Kirby Smart's buster brown bowl cut makes my blood pressure jump higher than Ben Lammers blocking a shot. I hate the grin on their coach's face. I hate the part in his thinning hair. I ööööing H-A-T-E their defensive coordinator and his chickenshit behavior. I hate the possibility of him procreating. I hate the fertility rate among their fans. I hate their PA announcer. I hate the sight of a Dodge Ram with faded Georgia flags being driven by some cat who can't locate Athens on a state map. I hate the NCAA allowing Godd Turley to sell his autographs. I hate their stupid ööööing fight song and the red coat band. I hate their alumni and Nathan Deal demanding we worship the epicenter of mediocrity.
öööö those dipshit, dog licking, in-bred, meth head manure hooks. I cannot stand their barking, "I'm better than you because I like a football team even though I bought my shirt at Wal-Mart and didn't go to UGA" attitude. I hate their manure "school". I hate that they are even allowed to be an accredited institution of higher learning. I've talked to graduates of UGA, I'm surprised they can find their butt with both hands. I've heard more prescient things said by 65-year old pregnant crack addicted hookers at a hobo tailgate than the drivel that comes out of their mouths. I hate their attitude towards athletes. I hate that just because you can run fast with a ball you get a free ride at that cesspool while taking "Your butt or a hole in the ground: A comparative study" as a 4 hour credit course. Alabama needs to beat these voids surrounded by sphincters so I don't hear, "yeah, well my football team beat yours so I'm better" for the next year. I don't give a öööö. öööö you. öööö them and öööö the entire ööööing city of Athens, GA.
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