I love how YOU talk about other people's rants... "Well that's just PERFECT!" - Lt. Dan, Forrest Gump
I found the bolded selections particularly "laugh out loud" material. My God.
...and still won't answer the questions because it proves without a shadow of a doubt...You're wrong. It's okay...
We understand.
You don't understand shit you goddam moron. You never have and you never fucking will.
Let me rewind it for you, okay?
It went like this:
Chopper says:
"It seems that AU's lack of top 5 talent over the past several years has put us in a hole." [/i]
Kaos says:
Yeah, because Auburn's been loaded with Top 5 talent for the past 30 years. Cue dinosaur rampage from Chopper that goes something like this:
I didn't say we had top five talent. Oh yeah? Welll we had Carnell Williams and Jason and a bunch of others. You misrepresent everything I say because I didn't say that. Well Tuberville was lazy. Period. One time I saw a chicken in the road. It was black and white. That's common fucking sense. Well, people are fucking fatigued Keep on taking shots because there are peppers in the garden, motherfucker. Everbody knows it. One time I played golf with everybody on this board and we drank beers, that means they love my ass and think I'm smart. But I shit my pants when I was six. And seven. And thirty three. And yesterday. My grandmother makes the best cornbread dressing in the state. Why don't you answer that, huh? Same old shit. You don't even know who makes fucking dressing. My grandmother does. Period. If you mess with the bull I'll play a horn. I've got friends. Everybody likes me. They really, really do. Because I'm not a bad guy. And when are you ever going to answer about the cornbread? You just pick and choose whatever ape shit yo uwant and sell it to Lebanese. Everybody sees it. It's common sense. period. You know why you don't have anything to say about the peppers? Because you can't. My great grand mother beat her own meat. Everybody loved it. Keep it up because i can predict whatever you're going to say. And what about depth, huh? You really trying to tell me we have some depth? Where are the scholarahips? My great aunt baked them in pumpkin pies, but you don't want to talk about that, do you?
You're a fucking blowhard idiot chopper.
What's sad is that I fuck with you for shits and giggles. This is your real life. Pathetic bitch.