Should I lose to Choptalk (aka Internet faker e-dick piece of shit), I just want to say the Rx should move forward in its quest to blindfold youngsters who haven't yet found the likes of Jim Feist and Wayne Root.
It is OK we will blind you with epiileptic avatars of underachieving teams and it will be a metaphor for our underachieving educations because we live in Louisiana and our sole source of pride is paying for out of state recruits at said university in the sole hopes they can compete with other paid state college recruits (re: Ohio State, USC), and then we may win a mythical national championship that will take the focus away from our complete illiteracy as a state and basic function to provide a productive member of society (that mean you Choptalk, read it again...slowly retard).
Despite the fact we are intelecutally far inferior we will still pretend we actually have a fucking clue handicapping when it fact we do not. If we perhaps by coin flip show up in the plus mid-season, we will run faster than Tom Joad in the Grapes of Wrath.
By all means, keep in mind I haven't a fucking clue as to predicting winner whether it be Mr. .400 Chipper of Mr. 600 Homers Jay Bruce. I am the epitome of diarhhea of hyperbole, but some of you suckers will believe I have a clue,
Sincerely,
Fucked up,
Chopvagina
It is OK we will blind you with epiileptic avatars of underachieving teams and it will be a metaphor for our underachieving educations because we live in Louisiana and our sole source of pride is paying for out of state recruits at said university in the sole hopes they can compete with other paid state college recruits (re: Ohio State, USC), and then we may win a mythical national championship that will take the focus away from our complete illiteracy as a state and basic function to provide a productive member of society (that mean you Choptalk, read it again...slowly retard).
Despite the fact we are intelecutally far inferior we will still pretend we actually have a fucking clue handicapping when it fact we do not. If we perhaps by coin flip show up in the plus mid-season, we will run faster than Tom Joad in the Grapes of Wrath.
By all means, keep in mind I haven't a fucking clue as to predicting winner whether it be Mr. .400 Chipper of Mr. 600 Homers Jay Bruce. I am the epitome of diarhhea of hyperbole, but some of you suckers will believe I have a clue,
Sincerely,
Fucked up,
Chopvagina