So on Saturday night, I go up to Buffalo Wild Wings in Trussville to meet an old friend of mine for some drinks knowing that the toothless masses would be in full force. This chick I'm meeting is a UGA grad but has a brother who graduated a proud AU alum and a sister who will in May so shes very sympathetic to my cause. Anyway, we get inside and surprisingly the place isnt very crowded (there is way more dark pink than I've seen in some time however), plenty of seats at the bar so we take a seat on the end and order a couple beers. I've been there maybe 20 minutes when Jimbo and Billybob Bama Fan come strutting in. There is a completely empty table behind me, a few more scattered throughout tha place and at least 4 empty seats to my left at the bar. Well, ol cockface and his goat fucking buddy decide there is no better place to plop there 400 pound foul smelling asses than right next to me. I don't mean in the seat beside me, I mean right fucking next to me. Slides his chair up and turns it just enough that his fucking back rests on my shoulder unless I lean forward slightly. However this isn't before the inbred mongoloid has completely and unapologeticly undressed my friend with his whiskey-glazed eyes. So much so that while we ignored the fucker she felt uncomfortable enough to warrant putting her jacket on. Well you know how the rest of the story goes...
Billybob- "Roh Tide u skinny lil aubie. We sure did show you today didn't we?"
Me- "Yes. Im sure YOU certainly did a lot today buddy. Saban couldn't have done it without you."
Billybob- (Obviously not redognizing my sarcasm) "Heh, yup we done, BUUURP, moved back to right where we belong and you aubies aint even goin to a bowl game." "Ramble, ramble, ramble," at this point I have tuned him out but not before the "Yall aint even got a fuckin quarterback, between that new boy of Franklins and that (Racist Remark) yall might have half a qb."
At this point I'm completely ready to take the assbeating I wouldve recieved but so want to shove a fork in the fuck's eyesocket its killing me. My friend is in disbelief of the whole thing and we begin to close our tabs to leave. As we are waiting I think the guys finally got the idea or maybe he's just so drunk he forgot we were even there because he rips the most foul smelling, gut wrenching fart I've ever witnessed. My friend immediatly leaves her seat in disgust heading out the door. I throw a 20 on the bar and leave without even waiting for my change, though not before telling the fucking mouth breather thanks for proving every stereotypical bama fan trait I've ever heard in my life in the period of 10 minutes.
I HATE THEM.
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