4 hours ago
Evans at his best:
The UPDATED Hate Manifesto!
Auburn - The Camden New Jersey of the South.
As the ragtag group of underachievers that are the “Tigers” who shout “War Eagle” on the “Plains” of an impoverished enclave of thin metal dwellings on wheels rise for this day, they surely must begin to feel that churning in the pit of their pitiful stomachs. The churning that turns into a rumble and then a roar that echoes the chorus, “it is time for this season’s meltdown, it is time to return to the sludge of humanity once more.” And surely, they will.
I hate them with every breath. I hope they lose every game and fire Ears, then just simply give up the game of football.
It’s simply stunning how the godless tractor mechanics of the ugliest village attempt to act smug when they’ve not completed the indoor plumbing project at their “University” and only discovered how to make fire in 1972.
“But we’ve got a great Vet School!” Oh yeah it’s frickin great alright. Great if you are training the Dr. Kevorkians of animal medicine. Everyone who attended that wretched slaughterhouse with lab coats went there because they were severely confused about the phrase “animal husbandry.” How many animals have you backwards humps killed, including your mascot? Jeez, there seems to be nothing outside rounding up your wool-covered dates on “The Plains” that you can do with any real success.
Additionally, their banker controlled administration makes stealthy flights to try and replace Ears due to his near incompetence and typical late season meltdowns one year, but the next year the vapid and vacant drooling masses think that the genetically engineered human Dumbo is the mobile home community’s reincarnation of Vince Lombardi. Ah, the circle of life is complete. Auburn home of the mediocre.
If there is anything that resembles cosmic karma, every freaking misfit that has ever graduated from that place will go on to become a Yugo mechanic! Additionally, may their reproductive organs turn to spaghetti so they can never force the world to endure another sheep molesting spawn from the pit that is the mobile home Mecca of the earth.
I am constantly amazed that young men who’s only sexual adventures include sheep and/or cattle will go out of their way to insult a real woman. Perhaps they are afraid of someone who has an IQ above their own.
I hope the server that hosts the barner board has an electrical short that makes it crash and then burns down the building that houses that vile electronic travesty.
I hate Tech worse that death itself, but the sheep fondling fans of Auburn are rapidly changing my mind about what is truly evil. They should all have their Johnsons removed to allow them to be the little girls that exist deep down in their hearts.
I hope they finally catch the president of that God-forsaken sump in bed with one of the local alter boys and he then confesses the real “entrance exam” to his school.
May God one day take that cesspool of a cow town and suck it down to the bowels of the earth for our septic tanks to drain upon.
And may that tree die a horrible death from some mutant version of Dutch Elm disease and then be ground into pulp and made into cheap toilet paper.
But that’s just me.
But Lurk will hold one*** - TyTyDawg 8/26 3:48 PM
The UPDATED Hate Manifesto!
Auburn - The Camden New Jersey of the South.
As the ragtag group of underachievers that are the “Tigers” who shout “War Eagle” on the “Plains” of an impoverished enclave of thin metal dwellings on wheels rise for this day, they surely must begin to feel that churning in the pit of their pitiful stomachs. The churning that turns into a rumble and then a roar that echoes the chorus, “it is time for this season’s meltdown, it is time to return to the sludge of humanity once more.” And surely, they will.
I hate them with every breath. I hope they lose every game and fire Ears, then just simply give up the game of football.
It’s simply stunning how the godless tractor mechanics of the ugliest village attempt to act smug when they’ve not completed the indoor plumbing project at their “University” and only discovered how to make fire in 1972.
“But we’ve got a great Vet School!” Oh yeah it’s frickin great alright. Great if you are training the Dr. Kevorkians of animal medicine. Everyone who attended that wretched slaughterhouse with lab coats went there because they were severely confused about the phrase “animal husbandry.” How many animals have you backwards humps killed, including your mascot? Jeez, there seems to be nothing outside rounding up your wool-covered dates on “The Plains” that you can do with any real success.
Additionally, their banker controlled administration makes stealthy flights to try and replace Ears due to his near incompetence and typical late season meltdowns one year, but the next year the vapid and vacant drooling masses think that the genetically engineered human Dumbo is the mobile home community’s reincarnation of Vince Lombardi. Ah, the circle of life is complete. Auburn home of the mediocre.
If there is anything that resembles cosmic karma, every freaking misfit that has ever graduated from that place will go on to become a Yugo mechanic! Additionally, may their reproductive organs turn to spaghetti so they can never force the world to endure another sheep molesting spawn from the pit that is the mobile home Mecca of the earth.
I am constantly amazed that young men who’s only sexual adventures include sheep and/or cattle will go out of their way to insult a real woman. Perhaps they are afraid of someone who has an IQ above their own.
I hope the server that hosts the barner board has an electrical short that makes it crash and then burns down the building that houses that vile electronic travesty.
I hate Tech worse that death itself, but the sheep fondling fans of Auburn are rapidly changing my mind about what is truly evil. They should all have their Johnsons removed to allow them to be the little girls that exist deep down in their hearts.
I hope they finally catch the president of that God-forsaken sump in bed with one of the local alter boys and he then confesses the real “entrance exam” to his school.
May God one day take that cesspool of a cow town and suck it down to the bowels of the earth for our septic tanks to drain upon.
And may that tree die a horrible death from some mutant version of Dutch Elm disease and then be ground into pulp and made into cheap toilet paper.
But that’s just me.
But Lurk will hold one*** - TyTyDawg 8/26 3:48 PM
