Now it is time for turkey and COFH

MoverofFridge2

MoverofFridge2

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I despise those MF'ers from over on the eastern side of the state. IMHO they are a bunch of ball licking, crotch sniffing, ugly ass cheerleaders, piece of s*** stadium, rotten no good sumbitches. I dont care if we are 11-0 or 0-11, I want to beat those a$$holes more than anybody we could ever play.

Ugag SUX...….24/7/365

I hope we bury there sorry asses next Saturday in that cesspool called Athens and put an end to their dreams of the college football playoff.

PISS ON EM


 
MoverofFridge2 said:
I despise those MF'ers from over on the eastern side of the state. IMHO they are a bunch of ball licking, crotch sniffing, ugly ass cheerleaders, piece of s*** stadium, rotten no good sumbitches. I dont care if we are 11-0 or 0-11, I want to beat those a$$holes more than anybody we could ever play.

Ugag SUX...….24/7/365

I hope we bury there sorry asses next Saturday in that cesspool called Athens and put an end to their dreams of the college football playoff.

PISS ON EM
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tell us how you really feel and don't hold back!
 
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.


Hate week? Hate week? öööö those degenerate, redneck sacks of inbred shit. 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 Gommorah. 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 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 that program stands for. I hate the thugs that fill their roster and how their administration continues to support that program. The mere sight of Ben Jones' mug makes my blood pressure jump higher than Isiah Johnson stacking the line. I hate the grin on their coach's face. I hate the part in his thinning hair. I king 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 hugging fight song and the red coat band. I hate their alumni and Sonny Perdue (who the organizes a public prayer on the steps of the capital as a solution to a drought?). I hate the mutts and their inbreeding.

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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 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. We need 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 good (), öööö you. öööö them and öööö the entire hugging city of Athens, GA.
 
whenyousaybud said:
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.


Hate week? Hate week? 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 Gommorah. 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 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 that program stands for. I hate the thugs that fill their roster and how their administration continues to support that program. The mere sight of Ben Jones' mug makes my blood pressure jump higher than Isiah Johnson stacking the line. I hate the grin on their coach's face. I hate the part in his thinning hair. I king 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 hugging fight song and the red coat band. I hate their alumni and Sonny Perdue (who the organizes a public prayer on the steps of the capital as a solution to a drought?). I hate the mutts and their inbreeding.

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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 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. We need 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 good (), öööö you. öööö them and öööö the entire hugging city of Athens, GA.
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Well, I guess that about sums it up.
 
I’m on edge all week during COFH -There’s nothing more exhilarating in sports than a GT victory over UGA, and there’s nothing that sucks worse than a GT loss to UGA.

When I’m not at COFH in person I prefer to watch COFH at home -alone. Not Uncle Lou alone because I’m a pathetic loser, just alone as in no parties, no bars, no friends house ...don’t bother me I’m watching the game alone alone.

THWG
 
whenyousaybud said:
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.


Hate week? Hate week? 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 Gommorah. 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 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 that program stands for. I hate the thugs that fill their roster and how their administration continues to support that program. The mere sight of Ben Jones' mug makes my blood pressure jump higher than Isiah Johnson stacking the line. I hate the grin on their coach's face. I hate the part in his thinning hair. I king 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 hugging fight song and the red coat band. I hate their alumni and Sonny Perdue (who the organizes a public prayer on the steps of the capital as a solution to a drought?). I hate the mutts and their inbreeding.

--

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 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. We need 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 good (), öööö you. öööö them and öööö the entire hugging city of Athens, GA.
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Poast too longe didn’t finish. Gave thumbs up anyways.
 
to hell with all mutt players, fans, coaches and especially that goddamned inbred mascot. I wish a garbage truck would squash that ugly ööööing mutt.
 
whenyousaybud said:
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.


Hate week? Hate week? 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 Gommorah. 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 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 that program stands for. I hate the thugs that fill their roster and how their administration continues to support that program. The mere sight of Ben Jones' mug makes my blood pressure jump higher than Isiah Johnson stacking the line. I hate the grin on their coach's face. I hate the part in his thinning hair. I king 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 hugging fight song and the red coat band. I hate their alumni and Sonny Perdue (who the organizes a public prayer on the steps of the capital as a solution to a drought?). I hate the mutts and their inbreeding.

--

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 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. We need 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 good (), öööö you. öööö them and öööö the entire hugging city of Athens, GA.
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I still hate those MF'ers tonight.

I hope someone can slip that inbred mascot poison on Saturday morning!
 
Kirby: What sound does a Georgia cheerleader make?

CPJ: Moo.

Kirby: No, I'm sorry, that's wrong. The correct answer is....

CPJ: That's the sound your mother makes, Kirby.

Kirby: The correct answer is "ruff"

CPJ: That's how your mother likes it, Kirby
 
The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the illiteracy of the ignorant and the tyranny of inbred hicks. Blessed is he, who in the name of the Rambling Wreck and Running This State shepherds the ball carrier through the valley of barkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost footballs. And I will cut block upon dawgs with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to twist knees and injure Dre Smelter. And you will know my name is Coach Paul Johnson when I lay my vengeance upon thee. - Thomas 27:28
 
Well Dr Pepper Boy was coaching Georgia

He was lookin' for a win to steal

He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind

And he was willin' to make a deal


When he came across this young man

Running an offense and it was running hot

And Kirby jumped up on a hickory stump

And said, "Paul, let me tell you what"


"You probably didn't know it

But I've won a game or two

And if you care to take a dare

I'll just make a bet with you"


"Now you play a pretty good offense, boy

But give ol Kirby smart his due

I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul

I think I'm better than you"


The guy said, "I'm Coach Johnson

And it might be a sin

But I'm gonna take your bet, you're gonna regret

I'm the best there's ever been"


Johnson rosined up his bow and played his blocking hard

'Cause the option broke loose in Atlanta and the refs all deal the cards

And if you win you get this shiny trophy made of gold

But if you lose the dawg fans get to gloat


Bowl Cut opened up his case

And he said, "I'll start this show"

And cash flew from his fingertips

As he paid the players some more


And then he paid the referees

And they gave the hedges a kiss

And a band of dawgs joined in

And it sounded something like this

Wufwufwufwuf


When the barking finished
Paul said, "Well you're pretty dumb old son
But you just sit down in that chair right there
I'm gonna show you how this stuff's done"


He called, 'Midline option', run trips, run
Right tackle hitting so hard the Mike backer is stunned
A back on the edges look at him go
Kirby, is that a bubble pass? Woody says no


Well that Coach Smart bowed his head
Because he knew that he'd been beat
And he laid that golden trophy
Down on the ground at Paul's feet


Paul said, "Kirby, just come on back
If you ever wanna try again
I done told you once you son of a bitch
I'm the best there's ever been


He called, 'Midline option', run trips, run
Right tackle hitting so hard the Mike backer is stunned
A back on the edges look at him go
Kirby, is that a bubble pass? Woody says no
 
Mover 2, love the post. will take slight exception with just one thing. I've met a couple of their female cheerleaders and they were stupid hot.
But everything else is just the sermon we need.
 
whenyousaybud said:
i lost access to my kids because my child custody case papers finalized the week after we beat the mutts in athens, 2008. All attorneys and the judge were mutt graduates. You people really don't how deeply hate runs. öööö em all.

My kids call another man daddy because of COFH.


I hope we break their ööööing knees every play.
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What the hell man? Did you walk into the court room asking everyone what the final score was and gloating or what?
 
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