COFH

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Johnson is 2-5 against Georgia since he was hired at Tech in 2008.

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the only quote that matters

Meanwhile, Richt bussed 100 kids from Athens and a bunch of players to talk about the positive aspects of College football.

If you give a twat a triumph, he'll want a cookie to go with it. So you'll bring out some of your mother's homemade chocolate chip cookies because you feel like you owe him one. When he's finished eating the cookie, he'll want another and you'll feel bad for him so, ok. And then another. And another.

When they're all gone, he'll ask you to make more. You'll have to go to the store to get some cookie mix. He'll want to go with you because if you buy the Kroger brand instead of Tollhouse he'll shite his pants. "It's a dairy issue," he'll claim. But you both know.

When he opens the door and feels how chilly it is, he'll ask to borrow a sweater. When he puts the sweater on, he'll notice one of the buttons is loose. He'll ask for a needle and thread. For your fricking sweater. A button is missing on your fricking sweater and before we can buy his name-brand cookie dough he has to fix it. Why do you even know this a-hole?

He'll start sewing. The button will remind him of the puppets his grandmother used to make. His grandmother died in childbirth. So he'll ask for some socks. He'll make sock puppets. You're going to shite in his car, first chance you get.

When they're done, he'll want to put on a puppet show. You only have yourself to blame. He'll need some cardboard and paints. Then he'll ask you to help make the scenery. Seriously.

When the scenery is finished, he'll get behind the couch. And touch himself.

So he'll ask for something to cover up. At this point, you're just enabling his behavior if you don't call the cops on this arse hole. He'll take a sheet from your bed while you think better(?) of it and instead call his mother to come get him. And then he'll knock over the paints.

Of course he'll knock over the paints. This goofy frick can run for 400 yards on your defense ON THE ROAD but he can't keep his flailing jack-off elbows from knocking over the fricking paints.

So he'll use the sheet to clean up the mess BECAUSE OF COURSE HE WILL. Then he'll need some soap to wash it out. He'll probably want to hang the sheet up to dry. He'll go outside to put it on the clothesline even though the god damned dryer is right down the hall. "If you don't get here within the hour," you tell his mother, "I can't guarantee his safety."

When he's out in the yard, he'll see a mound of your bulldog's shite. Seeing it will remind him of melted chocolate chips and he'll probably ask you for some. And chances are...if you give him the chocolate chips, he'll move in with you for the next year and never let you forget the time he beat you in that football game.