1966, in Knoxville, Kenny Stabler 11-10 Alabama... saw a one-strap overall wearing, ridge running, moonshiner throw a 9-year old kid in a red sweater up against a fence after the game.

Made a mistake with a few friends, drove all night to Knoxville for bb game during Ernie and Bernie... Thank god Alabama lost in triple. We almost didn't get out of there in one piece, Alabama pep band had all their trombones bent...

Every odd numbered year, I-65 southbound has all the overpasses decorated with encouraging friendly welcome signs, such as "Nothing sucks like the big orange" just for our toothless, vacant-brained, jalopy riding, mangy coon-dog owning, half-Yankee, half-cove dwelling inbred, fetal positioned, back woods, musket carrying, illiterate, one-hole outhouse complete with corn cobs using, neighbors. Northbound the signs read simply "...now get the hell out..."

If by some mistake I accidently drive I-81 when going north, I roll up my windows and haul arse waiting until Virginia to buy gas. God help the innocent who wanders off of I-65 between the Alabama border and Nashville... they will see people... well I guess even sub-human species are "people," the like of which are rarely seen in civilized areas, and only then usually in some type of institution.

I got married in Tuscaloosa on Tennessee Saturday in 1980... drove out of Tuscaloosa same day so I didn't get cootees or lice from the invading horde of unwashed moonshine drunks.

Frick Tennessee and the color orange which is the only word in the English language for which there is no rhyme. Hell, no reason either. Only thing halfway interesting about Tennessee is the coeds... you can't spell "slut" without "UT."

What's with all the stupid repeating letters in that god-forsaken name? Knoxville should be renamed "down and out hard Knocksville."

Oh.. and have a nice visit and please go home to buy your four course special restaurant meal consisting of 4 pieces of Kentucky fried chicken. In Alabama the restaurants don't allow paying for a meal by trying to barter using chickens or piglets, or a bushel of corn. Remember that originally Col. Sanders wouldn't even allow it to be sold in Tennessee because every other State in the SEC thinks Tennessee sucks...just like a big orange.

Oh... and I don't hate to inform you but "Rocky Top" might beat out "Boomer Sooner" for the worst, most irritating fight song in the universe. I've always suspected that "rocky top" actually referred to the content of Tennessee dweller's craniums.

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Posted on 10/21/13 at 11:46 am to Jacknola

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1966, in Knoxville, Kenny Stabler 11-10 Alabama... saw a one-strap overall wearing, ridge running, moonshiner throw a 9-year old kid in a red sweater up against a fence after the game.

Made a mistake with a few friends, drove all night to Knoxville for bb game during Ernie and Bernie... Thank god Alabama lost in triple. We almost didn't get out of there in one piece, Alabama pep band had all their trombones bent...

Every odd numbered year, I-65 southbound has all the overpasses decorated with encouraging friendly welcome signs, such as "Nothing sucks like the big orange" just for our toothless, vacant-brained, jalopy riding, mangy coon-dog owning, half-Yankee, half-cove dwelling inbred, fetal positioned, back woods, musket carrying, illiterate, one-hole outhouse complete with corn cobs using, neighbors. Northbound the signs read simply "...now get the hell out..."

If by some mistake I accidently drive I-81 when going north, I roll up my windows and haul arse waiting until Virginia to buy gas. God help the innocent who wanders off of I-65 between the Alabama border and Nashville... they will see people... well I guess even sub-human species are "people," the like of which are rarely seen in civilized areas, and only then usually in some type of institution.

I got married in Tuscaloosa on Tennessee Saturday in 1980... drove out of Tuscaloosa same day so I didn't get cootees or lice from the invading horde of unwashed moonshine drunks.

Frick Tennessee and the color orange which is the only word in the English language for which there is no rhyme. Hell, no reason either. Only thing halfway interesting about Tennessee is the coeds... you can't spell "slut" without "UT."

What's with all the stupid repeating letters in that god-forsaken name? Knoxville should be renamed "down and out hard Knocksville."

Oh.. and have a nice visit and please go home to buy your four course special restaurant meal consisting of 4 pieces of Kentucky fried chicken. In Alabama the restaurants don't allow paying for a meal by trying to barter using chickens or piglets, or a bushel of corn. Remember that originally Col. Sanders wouldn't even allow it to be sold in Tennessee because every other State in the SEC thinks Tennessee sucks...just like a big orange.

Oh... and I don't hate to inform you but "Rocky Top" might beat out "Boomer Sooner" for the worst, most irritating fight song in the universe. I've always suspected that "rocky top" actually referred to the content of Tennessee dweller's craniums.