you guys wanted to play Ohio State but now you will be crying when you get to

Is this another 'you scared' thread?

I literally have no idea what you're trying to say here

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Play Michigan and get rolled by Harbaugh! Sucks to be a gump in a few short months.

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Scared.

Yawls? This is no way to spell y'all and I've seen many a creative butchering of the word. Unlike Dawgs, Yawls is not even used in jest since it's quite simply THAT lame.

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Sucks to be a gump in a few short months.

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yeah it sure is gonna suck winning the SEC for a 3rd straight year and being the only team to ever make the playoff every year.

Wut

You really should just start a new account and try again

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yeah it sure is gonna suck winning the SEC for a 3rd straight year and being the only team to ever make the playoff every year.

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You ain't winning shite and you know it. Auburn or LSU is taking you welfare cases down and it'll be glorious

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Sucks to be a gump in a few short months

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He typed ferociously as his mind raced furiously in 12 different directions. Images of smiling Alabama fans, national championships, Heismans, Nick Saban, and Alabama insignia mottled his brain. Suddenly, he felt sick. "Why are they so happy while I am so very sad?", he cried to anyone who will listen. Which of course, would be no one. He was alone. He had been alone all his life, he just never knew it until she left. Her departure left a hole, not in his heart, but in his chest. His chest, right in the middle, had felt a lightening since she had gone. The feeling of carrying 12 bags of groceries from the car, struggling to get inside, finding a spare countertop, and then letting them down with quickness. That feeling immediately after, of tenderness, lactic acid buildup, and of fatigue. He could feel it when he tried to sleep, when he would try to eat, when he would drive to work, and especially when he looked at the happiness of people around him. Being a lonely soul since the time he was an adult, the only contact with the outside world he possessed since she had left, was with the television, and with the SECrant. Over and over, he could see smiling faces wearing Crimson from head to toe. Donning shakers and yelling with ferocity in defense of their team. His world finally broke when Alabama won it's 4th title in 7 years. She left shortly after he smashed a bottle through the cheap, crumbling paneling of his double-wide as Alabama returned a kickoff 100 yards against Clemson. She would never return. She would write texts that promised she would come back when he could maintain a countenance that didn't frighten her in her sleep, but she never did. She would occasionally get to the door, start to turn the rusting knob of the trailer, and would always stop herself. For her, this was a victory. Looking back, he had been a horrendous lover, a terrible boyfriend, and a worse man. A man so invested in Alabama football that he drove himself to insanity. The burning hole in his chest, filled with fatigue, loneliness, and hate could be calmed, if only for a moment, by trite trolling on the SECrant.

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Blah blah blah, TL;DR. Congratulations on your boring life

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He refused to respond. Blinded by the words staring him in the face. He knew he was alone, it had just been awhile since someone noticed. A certain warmth filled his body. Someone finally noticed his predicament. The hole in his chest seemed to abate for a moment. When he realized the castigating tone behind the words, it began to expand to its former state. He was upset. He was fuming. He had become comfortable in his loneliness. It was his. No one else's. This poster, he had seen it. Reflexively, he lashed out, "Blah blah blah". But he needed more than that. He reached top-shelf for an oldie, but a goodie, "TL;DR".


Finally, he had to cap it off. Turn the tides, no pun intended. His life wasn't awful, this poster, HIS life was awful. He had to think quickly. He knew that every second that ticked by, more people would see this attack without a defense.


"Congratulations on your boring life".

It was complete.